July
Cimarron
So I hear this gunshot. I run to the door and there�s this biker guy with a
pistol in his hand and I see Chainsaw on the deck. Well, I wasn�t going to
wait for biker guy to draw a bead on me so I draw my pistols and fire.
Biker guy hits the floor and doesn�t move. I got him, but now we had an
audience. Some of the other guest, the other member of the EHA, and of
course the other bikers.
Now the other biker I shot at took a shot at Chainsaw and I was sure he was
going to take one at me. Now both these guys were probably going to take shots
at me. What bothered me was at that moment I was certain I had shot a
human. And I was afraid was going to have to shoot a few more. Sure enough
my tingle that senses danger went off and I dove back into the room as more
gunfire ensued.
Then there were more shots. There was a series of nine millimeters and the
familiar bark of Chainsaw�s Desert Eagle .50 AE. Chainsaw backed his way
into my room still shooting at the bikers.
Chainsaw: Why aren�t you shooting back fanboy?
Dr. No: I have no clue who I�m taking shots at. Are they human, vampire,
ghoul, werewolf, What are the they?
Chainsaw: Doctor Hyde said they were ghouls, and one vampire.
This was good news. Now I no longer had to out up with nagging feelings of
guilt. And there was a shooting galley for me right outside. And a
vampire? Time to break out the Schofeilds, I�m going to need to use those
exploding shells.
I walk over to my suit case and remove the double rig which holds my old
revolvers. There�s an interesting story behind those revolvers, but its not
important to the story so I won�t bore you with it. I put those pistols on
and I walk over to Chainsaw.
Dr. No: Which one�s the vampire?
Chainsaw: Their leader, that cowboy.
Dr. No: He�s mine.
Chainsaw: We seem to have a bit of a stale mate going on here.
He had a point. Someone would have to do something brave or stupid to draw
them out. The fireing had temporarily ceased because no one was hitting
anything. Well, I had to plan something. The gears in my head were going a
mile a minuet trying to plan something out. The plan I finnaly came up with
wasn�t exaclty Rommle like thinking. But it sure as hell beat waiting there
for someone to slip up. Waiting is good for them and bad for us. And if
the law shows up we just let some ghouls slip away and a vampire with them.
Dr. No: I have a plan.
Chainsaw: What is it?
Dr. No: I rush out there and distract them.
Chainsaw: And?
Dr. No: I haven�t gotten all the details worked out yet. I�ll do that on
the fly.
Chainsaw: I hope you know what you�re doing.
Dr. No: So do I. Cover me.
Chainsaw fired a couple shots out the door at a ghoul who was somewhat
exposed. One of the rounds hit the ground and the other hit the wall he was
hiding behind. This brought the other ghouls out, who saw me and took a
shot. The shooting was back up to full strength. Both my CZ-75 and H&K USP
were blasting away at a ghoul. Fallen and Fugitve were shooting at a
different one and Dr. Hyde and Chainsaw were shooting at a third. The
vampire on the other hand wasn�t shooting at all. He was just following me
with his eyes. Either he was wondering whether I was brave or stupid. Or
conserving shots in that old Kerr Revolver of his.
The problem with the stairs I reached was that it went forward. That meant
I was making my self a better target. Not that I wasn�t one already, but I
was moving on the adrenaline rush. And I had cover fire. And I was lucky
as hell because they missed me.
I ran down half the stairs and jumped the rail. Bullets whizzing past me
Wood splintering adobe getting blown off. For a small town, this was a
fiasco. We were shooting a landmark all to hell. If both sides of this
fight had the bullets the St. James hotel would become the St. James ant
hill.
The shooting stopped again. To conserve ammo I would guess. Hell we didn�t
have boxes of the stuff in the room. The ammo was in the blazer and the blazer
was behind them. I was trying to think up part two of my plan. I could go to the
blazer and try and supply the rest of the EHA with ammo. But a man can
tempt providence so many times. And I think I tempted it enough for one
day.
I could call him out but that idea was so spaghetti western that it�s
laughable. And how would I do it? �I�m a callin� ya out?� please. Now I
was starting to get nervous. I could go around them and hit them from
behind. That was my best shot thus far. Go to the blazer, get a rifle and
shoot the vampire in the back of the head. Cut off the head and the body
follows.
Eureka! I found the answer. That�s what I was going to do. Then a voice
called out.
Vampire: That was a brave and foolish thing you did there!
Dr. No: Well, you know, I try.
Vampire: I take it you�re their leader?
Leader? I wasn�t qualified to lead any thing. Ok I was Assistant Senior
Patrol Leader in my scout troop. But that hardly makes me the leader of the
Extreme Hunting Alliance. As far as I know Chainsaw is more quailfied to
lead than I am. And as far as I know, Fallen is more qualified than any of
us. All that time in the Army. The only way he could be more is if he was
a Marine. But I think what makes us great is that we don�t really have a
leader. We all have the minds to run the group, but not the ego.
Dr. No: I donno. I�m as close as you can get at the moment I guess.
Vampire: Well, the local law will be here soon. Might I suggest a way to
end this fight?
Dr. No: I�m all ears.
Vampire: Well, shooting at each other is eating up ammo and I�m down to two
shots. How about you and me settle this like in the movies. We step out in
the road and see who has the quickest draw. The one standing, Wins.
I think I�ve just been called out.
Dr. No: Alright. Sounds like a plan to me.
We stepped out into the street. On our way the vampire holstered his old
black powder pistol and I holstered mine. We stood in the middle of
Collision Street. Starring each other down. The tucked his coat behind his
pistol and I did the same. This was like in all those Sergio Leone
Westerns. Our eyes were locked. We were more than three yards apart, other
wise my guilt stare thing I have would have broken him.
Dr. No: Do we count to three?
Vampire: Alright. You count.
He was tapping the grip of this Kerr revolver. The black holster belt was
accented by his blue pants and red long sleeved shirt. He just looked at me
and waited for me to count. This was starting to concern me. But I counted
any way.
Dr. No: One�Two� Three!
Now I�m fast with my Schofeilds. Not the fastest in the world but I�m fast
enough. But this guy made me look like I was standing still. That revolver
was out and I was hit. He looked at me. And stood over me. I removed one
revolver from its holster. But he was on top of me.
Vampire: You have no Idea how many people I got with this bit. If I weren�t
a vampire, You might of gotten me.
He leveled that pistol at my head and pulled back the hammer. It�s somewhat
of a religious experience to see a cylinder revolve in your face. He
squeezed the trigger and the hammer fell. And all that happened was a loud
click.
I quickly pulled back the hammer and brought my pistol to bare and took a
snap shot. Hitting him in the neck. The exploding shell that hit him
almost took his head off. After he fell down I got up. And dusted my self
off.
Dr. No: Problem with Black powder, is that it can misfire.
His ghouls were stunned. They looked in disbelief at their dead master.
Completely lost as to what to do. The rest of the EHA was there to and a
good number of on lookers. Dr. Hyde was a little worried about my meager
flesh wound. And the others were waiting for the Ghouls to give them an
excuse. I turned to the ghouls
Dr. No: You can either run, or try and take us all. Your call.
The looked at each other then at us
Ghoul: We�re dead either way
Dr. No: I understand.
Before the fight the ghouls had holstered their weapons. We hadn�t,
this fight was short lived, and all the members of that gang were
dead.
I won�t bore you with the details. We were there for the rest of the day as
we burried the rapidly decomposing remains of the gang. And we were out of there as
soon as the last shovel full of dirt dropped in their graves.
That ends our vacation to Cimarron, New Mexico
We can�t get any rest.
Doctor No
�They can�t get away from us now!�
U.S.M.C. General Louis B. �Chesty Puller
Upon hearing he was surrounded.
~Fin
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