The Final Shot

His slitted eyes surveyed his surroundings. The square was as deserted as before. But now three bodies oozed blood to stain the sidewalk; the two men Edge had killed and the sheriff. Harman was curled up in a heap outside the doorway of his office. He had taken the wild shot low down on the right side of his chest. From the vast amount of blood he had lost through the chest and mouth, it had taken a few seconds for the punctured lung to kill him.
"Anyone else got business with me?" he yelled.


Genre: Western