By Scott Bogart
As aging gunslingers go, he was appropriately named. He’d lived his years convinced of a single premise: only the good die young. His longevity was bolstered by a cunning intellect, an extreme adherence to superstition, and a blisteringly fast gunhand. He’d dodged all but eight bullets, survived rattlesnake bites, been partially scalped, and had his throat slit by a whore. He’d
cheated and lied, pillaged, bamboozled and robbed, and was struck by lightning—twice.
Now, standing condemned atop the gallows with the henchman’s noose cinched tightly around his neck, he reflected upon these things and couldn’t help but feel somewhat optimistic.
Reading this, I couldn’t help but feel somewhat amused. Thanks for making me smile.
Hi Nan!
Mission accomplished!
Thank you!
Scott
Wonderful writing and a perfect ending. Enjoyed it a lot.
Hi David! Thank you!
Ha ha! Nice one, Scott.
Thank you, Mel!
Eternal optimism based on past experience…good luck this time.
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Thank you, Sue!
The ? Was supposed to be a smiley emoji but it didn’t translate.
Loved the western theme! Nicely done!
Thank you, Bud! I love the old west too.
Amusing. Well done
Thank you, Ed!
Well done!
Thank you, Alan!
I loved this one, a great reminder to stay optimistic!
Thank you, Marie!
I love to laugh unexpectedly. You got me!
Thank you, Renee!
Great story! Love the “hero’s” nonchalant way of taking setbacks in stride.