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1870, Cleefville, Texas.

Viper Kid's hand slides quickly on the colt, but the bullet of the stranger is faster to pierce his heart.

Rapidly his strengths and the hatred permeating the air
fade away.

... ... ...

Viper Kid's knees buckle and hurtle down to the ground.

"Die bastard! And carry with you the damnation of my son and my husband!"

Screams a stern faced woman keeping her fists clenched on her womb.

... ... ...

Viper hardly retrieves from memory. Sheryll O' Brien, Sheriff Martin's wife…
but the son? He didn't kill the son…

Yes…now he remembers.
The son was there too,
in the Blanco Canyon.

What a wind that day,
it stopped his breath
like now, but it didn't hurt this much.

... ... ... ...

Viper feels cold.
He tightens the warm earth in his hand and draws his last breath.

"Viper Kid! You lived like a snake and like a snake you'll die slithering"

Says the stranger addressed to the renegade's soul.

... ...

"And you'll follow him, worm!" talks back a woman's voice behind him.

Close. Too close.

...

The shot booms suddenly,
as the light that dazzles him.

Stranger's hand is on the colt's stock, but he hasn't got the strength to draw it.

Heavy as a log he hurtles down to the ground, while his arms are branches which dance a mortal ballad.

...

Astonished, Sheryll looks the lifeless body of the stranger and turns slowly towards the woman who has shot him.

She clenches her jaws and astonishment becomes anger: Mary Shelton, the rival of a lifetime.

Air overloads with new hatred.

... ... ...

Only now Sheryll realizes that each of their choice was dictated from hatred.

Sheryll's choice to start a family with one of the most important man in town.

A husband and a son,
both dead.

... ...

Mary's revenge in binding to a powerful outlaw.
A dead man.

Sheryll's revenge in asking for help to a deft gun fighter.
A dead man.

... ...

Too many dead people.
Men have always been pawns in their mortal game.

Sheryll feels empty.
She looks for a sense in the end but she doesn't find anything, only pain and blood.

Tears stream down her face.

...

"Kill me!" cries out loud Sheryll, offering her chest to the rifle's muzzle of her rival.

Mary Shelton hesitates a moment before pointing the Winchester.

Uselessly.
The bullet will find an already dead heart.

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