With a gun in his right hand Andy Dalton moved past the last railroad car and walked closer to the passenger station. It was lightly raining but there was a fog that made the street lamps glow brighter in the dark.

With a gun in his right hand Andy Dalton moved past the last railroad car and walked closer to the passenger station.  It was lightly raining but there was a fog that made the street lamps glow brighter in the dark.  His eyes caught a glimpse of his target so he hung closer to the ground as he continued his approach.  Andy didn't care much about law and order anymore he just wanted to put out the hopeless fire inside him after his wife had been killed.  He had been on the trail of this bastard for weeks now but every close encounter was a false lure and he had never been this close.

Even in the wet darkness Andy Dalton watched as the black man moved again, maybe he was leaving the railroad passenger station and moving outside into the dangerous darkness.  Andy crouched down into the mud puddle on his knees to make himself as small as possible.  The shadows would hide him and the light rain covered any noise he might make so he waited by the pony tied up only five feet away.

The black man was now standing on the wooden plank walkway and was looking around as if he was looking for another victim as Andy backed away further from the pony now shifting around a little too much.

Andy Dalton could now see the Wells Fargo saddlebag that was reported to be full of gold that belonged to Andy a long time ago.  His hard riding was about to pay off as Andy Dalton leveled his pistol for the shot that would change everything back to better times.

Andy didn't see the black man draw his pistol, the volley of rapid shots filled the night air with noise and fire and Andy fell back and struggled to stay low and move at the same time.  The black killer was moving now, Andy could see the black man's badge shine under the lamps and he knew the Secret Service Agent had fired and moved to be lost again in the darkness.

Andy was hiding behind the corner of a sturdy wooden water trough before he fired his first shot and the black target running in the black darkness made it almost impossible to aim at anything except the last shadow Andy could remember.

He heard the saddlebag gold rattle, just a little noise was more than enough as Andy stood up and fanned his pistol for rapid fire and he emptied his gun and fell back behind the water trough.

There was nothing.  No return fire from the black agent and even the pony fell silent as he had been shot dead, now laying in the cold mud of the street.

History repeats itself was all Andy could think as he re-loaded his pistol with the six shots that would be needed but too late for Andy.

The black gunslinger was standing not three steps away, looking down on Andy with that gold tooth smile and his pistol pointing at Andy's head.

The killer spoke slowly and made sure Andy heard every word, "we don't vote out here" Andy could here the Secret Service Agent pull back the hammer on his pistol " we always use executive orders as we're the only law".

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