His mind slipped momentarily back to the night in the saloon, 2 days before, as he watched his quarry cajoling each other forward.

“pantations, pantations!!” the drunk had screamed into his face as he’d been trying to leave that night. He had no idea what pantations were but he knew beyond doubt it had portent and soon its meaning would reveal itself.

His mind snapped back to the present as the mutinous quartet started squabbling amongst themselves. The indomitable bounty hunter knew his opportunity had arisen. His guns, as always in these moments, became an extension of himself. He rose from his hiding place, adrenaline masking the aches in his legs. Four bullets found their marks before his legs had straightened…….