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Old Friends – Page 3

“Let her go, Reddish.” They had a fake fight out, and the sheriff dropped his guns.

“Now don’t anybody try to stop me.” Pat said.

“I’m sorry, sir, but that’s my date!!” Her date said. Pat threw a punch and her date felt his face, to massage where he had been hit. Pat dashed out of the room, via a back door. Her date got up of the floor, and said to the Sheriff, “Sheriff, aren’t you going to go after them?”

“That’s Pat Reddish, he’s killed over a hundred men, not counting injuns.” The sheriff said.

“But that’s your job!” Her date argued.

“I’m sorry sir, but if I go up there, she might get shot!”

“Then what’ll we do now. That’s my fiancée up there!”

“I guess we’ll just have to wait for a ransom demand.”

“Not while I’m around.” I said, rising to my feet.

“Who are you?” Her date asked.

“Why, don’t you know? That’s Sure Shot Schofield, the fastest shot in the North West.” The sheriff stated.

“Sir, if I may ask, could you go get Heather?” Her date asked.

“Sure will mister. It’d be a pleasure.” I replied.

“You’re not really going up after her, are you?” Ann asked me.

“Sure, somebody has to.” I replied, retrieving one of the guns. I ran towards that back door and went up the steps inside. I approached a door and opened it. There was Pat and Heather discussing what was to happen next. “Well Pat, you’ve certainly done it this time.”

“Did what?” Pat replied.

“Well, I’ve gotta come up here after Heather, her fiancée wants to wait for a ransom demand. Shall we change the plan, or continue?”

“I’ve got a better idea.”

“Huh?”

“Just play this by ear. What’s your name?”

“Adam… Oh, you mean my fake name… Sure Shot Schofield.”

“Well, Sure Shot, you’re going to have a shootout, Old West style, except I’ll have a bullet proof vest.”

“Ahhh! I see said the blind man…”

“..When he picked up his hammer and saw!” Pat said, tossing me a packet of fake blood. We left the room, and went downstairs, with Patrick holding a gun into Heather’s back. “Sure Shot and I done made a deal. We’ll have shoot out to decide who gets the girl.”

“How shall we do this?” I asked him.

“Back to back.” He replied. “Just like Dick Van Dyke.” He whispered into my ear. “Count off five then shoot.” He then stated.

A bit of time past. There was dead silence. “Something’s not right.” I said.

“Yeah. Hey you, piano player.” He shouted at the piano player. “Play some of that eire music.” He said. The pianist started a tremolo.

“That’s better.” I replied.

“Ready, one, two, three, four, FIVE!” We both opened fire, and a waiter and a bartender fell down, pretending to be dead.

“That’s crazy,” I said, turning around. “You didn’t tell us to turn around. I didn’t want to shoot him, I wanted to shoot you.” I said, squeezing the trigger. Pat pretended to fall dead, and I went for Heather. Pat got up.