The Hell that was Paradox


The Hell that was Paradox

Charlie backed and turned his horse in a desperate attempt to stay shielded. Clare pressed in on him even closer and he had a revolver in his hand resting along his right hip. During the confusion and momentary distraction of Clare riding right in on top Wilkinson, in two quick jumps Bill was behind the rump of Wilkinson's horse. Now they were down to one horse separating them instead of two. He expected Charlie to be next to his horse and still on the same side. Now between two guns, Wilkinson could never escape the crossfire and Bill commanded, "Put up your gun, Charlie!"

Wilkinson hung his arm at his side but kept the gun. He could fire on a second's notice, "I'm askin' you again, Charlie. Put up your gun!" Bill moved around Wilkinson's horse. Charlie ducked under the neck of his horse, gun at the ready, not two feet from the muzzle of Clare's revolver.

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