He's all slowness and languid moves right now: no quick-draw contest here. This is foolin' around on an afternoon. Sauntering up, flipping his serape back and over his shoulder, giving the cans a goodly bit of consideration.
But he has his pistol (it's the Real Deal too: genuine Colt Peacemaker--and not an antique either, seeing as he came from the age itself with it)and he keeps it loaded.
Well, he's all slowness until he fires (yes fanning the hammer and everything, if you really want to know): one, two, three, four, five, six. Six. Perfect number.
Six cans too.
He pauses to admire his handiwork there...and then spins his gun back into its holster.
Good enough. And he pulls his serape back down again.]
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He's all slowness and languid moves right now: no quick-draw contest here. This is foolin' around on an afternoon. Sauntering up, flipping his serape back and over his shoulder, giving the cans a goodly bit of consideration.
But he has his pistol (it's the Real Deal too: genuine Colt Peacemaker--and not an antique either, seeing as he came from the age itself with it)and he keeps it loaded.
Well, he's all slowness until he fires (yes fanning the hammer and everything, if you really want to know): one, two, three, four, five, six. Six. Perfect number.
Six cans too.
He pauses to admire his handiwork there...and then spins his gun back into its holster.
Good enough. And he pulls his serape back down again.]