High Noon (0012)

It was high noon and Tom glanced at the man twenty paces in front of him.  He still didn’t understand why he was dragged out of his store to duel, but a challenge was made and Tom believed he had to accept.  Tom also believed he was the worst shot in town, but maybe he would get lucky; besides the other guy was obviously very drunk. 

“You stole my horse,” slurred the man.

“What horse?”  Tom was still confused.

 “Draw!”

Both men drew their guns and two shots rang out. 

Tom walked about into the general store.  He had customers waiting.