Showdown At The Prickly Cactus III

“Not in my bar! You’ve picked a fight in the wrong place!” Hunter shouted. His left hand quickly came up, bracing the shotgun to his shoulder. Making sure all his customers and staff were safe upon the floor, Sawyer fired in Simon’s direction, then squatted Behring the bar, reaching for another shell.

Simon heard the roar of Hunter's shotgun before the side of the juke box exploded into a shower of plastic shards and metal. That was enough of a message for Simon to decide to reconsider this whole approach. He heard the plastic clinking of spent shells hitting the floor and decided it was his window to make a rush for the door.

Freddy got up from behind the bar just in time to see the hitman bolting for the door. He raised his .38 and fired three shots. The first two missed but the third managed to wing the bastard in the arm as he disappeared through the door. Freddy wasn't about to let the piece of shit who killed Johnny get away. Fueled by his rage he vaulted over the bar and raced after the hitman.

Simon was already across the street in the hotel parking lot headed for his car. Freddy dashed across the street and stopped behind a parked, red pickup truck before firing another shot in Simon's direction. The shot caused the back window of Simon's car to shatter. Simon turned and wildly fired in Freddy's direction. He wasn't able to hold up his pistol with both hands due to his bullet wound so his accuracy was way off.

Freddy fired again and struck the driver's side window, as Simon tried opening the door. He was forced to fall back and took cover next to the yellow VW beetle parked next to his car.

In the brief pause Freddy reloaded his .38 and readied the next shot. "You're not getting out of here alive motherfucker! You killed my best friend! Only way out is in a body bag!"


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