Charlie Murphy glanced about his surroundings. Ed, Neil, Barker and William lay dead around him. Blood dripped from the holes in their bodies. His breath was unsteady, panicked possibly. Eyes large like that of a deer's as they looked left and then right. He tried to swallow that lump he felt in his throat with little success. And then it came. That voice. That unmistakable deepen tone.
"It's time, Charlie."
Charlie turned slowly to face that voice. Like a calling from the past it pulled at him. Drove fear into his bones. "You....you can't be here. You can't...It ain't possible....I'd seen you! I'd seen you die!"
"Every dog has it's day. Time's up Charlie. You knew this day would come. You gonna be a man and own up to your fate, or lay down like a dog and cry for mercy's hand?"
Charlie licked his lips slowly and then lifted his gun to level at the man before him. A shot rang out from the strangers pearl handled .45 colt. Charlie groaned as he clutched his hand. His pistol laid in the dirt while blood spilled from the hole in his palm. "This ain't right...this can't be right...it's not supposed to be like this. I don't deserve this...."
"Deserve's, got nothing to do with it." A pull of the hammer back upon the colt pistol.
"I'll see you in Hell....Marshal."
"Already been there..." A single shot rang out and Charlie Murphy lay dead in the street.
"It's time, Charlie."
Charlie turned slowly to face that voice. Like a calling from the past it pulled at him. Drove fear into his bones. "You....you can't be here. You can't...It ain't possible....I'd seen you! I'd seen you die!"
"Every dog has it's day. Time's up Charlie. You knew this day would come. You gonna be a man and own up to your fate, or lay down like a dog and cry for mercy's hand?"
Charlie licked his lips slowly and then lifted his gun to level at the man before him. A shot rang out from the strangers pearl handled .45 colt. Charlie groaned as he clutched his hand. His pistol laid in the dirt while blood spilled from the hole in his palm. "This ain't right...this can't be right...it's not supposed to be like this. I don't deserve this...."
"Deserve's, got nothing to do with it." A pull of the hammer back upon the colt pistol.
"I'll see you in Hell....Marshal."
"Already been there..." A single shot rang out and Charlie Murphy lay dead in the street.