I had my reasons to kill Ramon...
He slaughtered my mule and stole all my peso. To add insult to injury he took my woman and burned down my cactus fields. His betrayal on the trail was unforgivable. I would have my vengeance, or die trying.
When I walked into the cantina Ramon had already dropped his pants and was waving his junk to the patrons. His eyes were red from a combination of firewater and yeyo. His teeth yellow and broken from years of neglect.
His draw was faster than mine... In a haze of gun smoke I saw his reflection in bottle of zima, he wore the badge of gold.
Dios Mio.
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