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Advance: They gathered all along the outside of Main Street, Abilene was the city of Amos-New Orleans had just arrived in town, heard the confusion, a gun fight was about to begin, he stood by his horse, strapped firmly to his curb, and Bill, the bartender at the local pub, was scratching his thick neck, and Zelda the prostitutes hung over the balcony, trying to focus a long drunken night, was the morning and a cold darkness, silence took over the muddy street, through skya soupy ... (It was the day his father died, which was July 1, 1844, he was only 46 years old at the time. His mother, Margaret Teresa Dalton, had that create it, then later. It was a difficult childhood, reaching the west of Quincy, Illinois, he Could not remember the exact year he was born, he thought his father once said it was in 1832 (he died in 1885), now standing in the sun, he felt like the kid said, Â'Old mana 'for him, he was 49 years old to the best of his knowledge, more than most fighters weapon could never be (Wyatt Earp, they age, but not many as he did, he had found a time in Tombstone). Anyway, today was a hot day in Abilene, and a boy of the south had come up through Mexico, he said he was from Peru, Lima, to be exact, and he had just killed someone in the bar. But Arizona was actually thinking of his father and mother, but not for long, not after the boy's face with it.

[The Shooter Lima] He wore a shirt on, the gunman people in Lima, his long lean muscular legs were planted out in the mud in the street, he shook his head from side to side in the lateral (the tall man called to have a shootout with ((His name was Something manual ... no one has his last name, just called him, Â'The shooter Lee)).

Curiously (at least for the Arizona Blue), the Peruvian said in English
 "Go for it Mister! Â" then He added a "Mister BlueAir ... or whatever they call you!" Â

Blue murmured Â'IÂ'll kill him sunny ... continue as long as you can to wherever place called Lee isa ...! Â '

And the shooter laughed, laughed slowly, and Arizona said in his whispering voice, Â'Enough this nonsense ...! A "and as a drummer, he shot four holes in the chest, faster than you can blink an eye, the shooter just got a gun from the holster.

The bullets BlueAir culminated in a great impulse, knocking the boy down in the mud, constantly cramming through flesh and bones and internal organs, User voice echoed a producer, but weak voice crying, Â "IÂ'm really dying ...! A" he said. Laughter mana people become less and less as Blue hima approached the demonstration was over, complete, Arizona said to himself. Shooter Lima was dying slowly.

His lips became yellow, his face expressionless, her feet, pushing as Blue approached him with their raw look, had been a long journey from Mexico to Abilene, and he was tired, wind and the sun burned, and now he seemed to produce a fascinating Grimes, as he stood over the boy die, "Old, you say, Hawa ... Â" said blue for the dying. Â "I see you have no more words for Me.A"

The Peruvian blown gently as he lay, internally gasping for air, helpless gesture with mining, and blue, with ruthless grace, to which Blue turned to enter the bar, allowing the shooter gently to escape a abstract interest, his desire to die quietly and quickly withdrew the gun under his leg, with a burningness chest, and his last effort, he raised the gun a few inches, threw it, and a bullet went into the left thigh back of the blue. He stopped, hesitated, then, without recognizing the wound, he walked into the bar as if nothing had happened, ordered a drink (heÂ'd not allow himself or the child, nor the spectators a show ... heÂ'd take care of it later, and suffer pain now).

After: The sheriff was in his office, looking out the window, holding a cloth with the left hand, and out of his office was Judas, the drunk the city, sweeping the sidewalk clear wood, and around the pole, his attire-rages. The sheriff shook his head, muttered the young Â'had not learned a lesson in the bar when he nearly got his gun out and shot old Zulu, and then crashed in blue, and called him, Zulu was not half as fast as Arizona Blue unfortunately, no one advised the kid Lima. '

Written in Lima, Peru, 6/5/2007

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