Twenty fourShootout
Lol stood on a raised outcrop, mouth chomping on a plug of tobacco, overseeing Spiro and Dwayne who struggled and sweated with their labors some feet below. He didn't hear the approach of the other man until the low cough snapped him into action and he turned, in a half-crouch, g*n coming up from out of its holster. He froze in the action of pulling back the hammer.
“Hello Lol.”
Grinning, Talpas, with his own revolver already c****d, stood some ten feet away and appeared relaxed, nonchalant almost, but Lol knew the man's capabilities, so he remained still. “I thought you were dead.”
“Well, I ain't and you was wrong. Slip that g*n of yours back in its holster, Lol, before I plug you.”
Without arguing, Lol did as Talpas said. Below, the others continued hefting large
