The Good Olde Days

Back in the good old days, in a town who's name is irrelevant, in the wild west, two rowdy gunslingers bent on proving themselves, walk outside the saloon and prepare to test their mettle. The spurs on their boots rattle as they walk to the middle of the dirt road and stare each other down. As the inhabitants of the small town sense an oncoming battle, they hurriedly run inside and close the shutters. The nearby horses One of the gunslinger's holds his hand just out of reach of his revolver, and, monkey see, monkey do, so does the other. For one of these men, there will be no tomorrow. A tumbleweed blows across the road in the wind Then, all of a sudden, both men seemed to grab for their revolver's at the same time, and in a miraculous quick draw, one of the men dropped dead. With his opponent laying stone cold on the ground, the victor spins the gun around his index finger and smoothly pockets it into his holster.