The Sheriff approached the Desperado in the middle of the dusty street at high noon.
Sheriff: Well, Hacienda, are you still plannin’ to kill that fella?
Hacienda: Si. He will die.
The Sheriff shrugged.
A rifle shot rang out from a rooftop to their side.
Hacienda dropped to his knees and then face down in the dirt, dead.
Sheriff: So much for peaceful negotiation.
A posting from Kevin McGill’s The Possible Ks
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