Shadows dance across the ground as we take our 50 steps apart from each other. Sweaty palms, daring eyes that flash lightning with each second. I turn towards the left a little in attempts to prevent the saloon lights from blinding me. The movement slow and intentional. I watch my enemy start to shake. Dropping his hand to his right, I squint at the action he is about to partake. I stand stock still and yet move steady as a cougar. I pull my pistol at such a speed, the man dropped before my finger hit the trigger. I reholster my pistol and walk slowly up to him. Seeing his eyes, I just say "bingo"...
Hope you got a few giggles out of my freewrite. Thank you for stopping by. Maybe this will be a continued story with each daily prompt. Those who have read my posts, know I can come up with some interesting ones.