Adventures of a Connipton Cowboy

You swallow hard and keep smiling desperately, hoping against all hope they'll see you mean no harm and leave you alone.

After looking you up and down some more, the blond man spits again.

"Yeller-belly!" he snarls "You ain't worth a bullet"

As they gallop off into the distance, you think to yourself how glad you are that you weren't.

About a week later, while sneaking a peek at a fellow drinker's copy of The Cenotaph Epitaph, a respected local newspaper, you see the scarred face leering out at you from the front page. The headline reads "FIVE KILLED IN CONNIPTON SHOOT OUT"

You shudder at the thought of your narrow escape and decide to become an undertaker. It's a quiet life - it's sometimes gory and you don't have many friends since your profession gives folk the creeps - but it lasts longer than the blow-hards you measure up for pine suits each week.

THE END

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Congratulations, you won. Kinda.

To do-over and try to get in on that shoot-out action, turn to back to page 1 of ADVENTURES OF A CONNIPTON COWBOY.
If you're rememberin' that time's a tickin' back on the shuttle, put the book away by turning to page 10.