The Gun Fight

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Bells. Bells. Bells. Ringing.


Clocks striking noon. Is it that time already?


Standing before a mirror my fears are revealed in my eyes. Gun at my side. Ready to die if I must. Do I fear? No, I only regret not knowing love. 


I came here in search of what? A glimpse at history? I came here thinking I could witness things I read in books.


The device that brought me here changes the way I appear so that I do not stand out wherever I travel, but it did not help the fact that I am clumsy at times. 


I did not mean to bump into him. He would have been the last person I would have imagined going anywhere near. But here I am with a gun belt ready to face one of the meanest gunslinger's of the wild west. Sure, I could just leave and travel to another time or place but they have him.

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