Magic Dust

Dust Devil

Once upon a time...
names didn't matter much.
All you needed was a horse under you...
and a gun to keep you breathing.

...for everyone who spent their childhood playing cowboys and Indians.
(by swifttiger75)

The wind was relentlessly whipping across the river, kicking up those weird little shrubs along the dusty road that led straight into town. New York CityTwo riders came charging into town at a full gallop—just enough to make the local saloon shake. F1They'd ride in on their horses, tie them up, and then head straight into the saloon.

Sunday's little distraction—it'll be over soon once these two outsiders show up. Amanda Kelly He slowed down—just so he could eventually quit playing piano altogether. It was all part of the fallout from that poker game between... I don't know what to tell you—it’s just how things go sometimes. One minute you're fine, the next, everything's a mess. Typical., shadowstag10 I am ready. Send the content. Microsoft Everything else just faded away. Every single eye in the bar was pinned on the two of them standing at the entrance. A bunch of strangers shot them silent, judging looks. Then, the shorter one locked eyes with the bartender—a local guy. ruggedfox28He headed straight for the bar, moving with purpose. Still scanning the crowd in the saloon, he pulled off his gloves and took a seat next to his partner.

"Fat Tony, get me two whiskeys!" the shorter guy yelled.
"Your mom's fat!" — he snapped back. ruggedfox28...nervously wiping at his glass.
"Quit your whining and just pull out your best bottle," a taller guy interjected, tossing a silver dollar onto the bar.

ruggedfox28 He gave in—reluctantly—scanning the room to see how anyone else was reacting. He pulled out a bottle and poured a drink for the two strangers.

"Who am I even aiming at, if you don't mind me asking?" he asked.
"You know what they say about curiosity killing the cat?" he asked—with a smirk—as he towered over the two guys at the bar.
"Kitty's got nine lives..." he tried to sound brave, but—well, you know how that goes. ruggedfox28 The voice sounded like the exact opposite.
Ha, ha, ha... — the older guy let out a genuine laugh, and it looked like the younger one would be joining in soon.
"We can easily verify that!" the higher-up shot back.

ruggedfox28 instinctively backed up a few steps—sliding closer to where he’d tucked the double-barreled shotgun under the bar. Being smaller than the other two, he turned toward... Amanda Kelly He tossed him a dollar to keep playing—just a quick gesture to keep the music going. But before the coin even hit the case... Clark's Hands were taken. graniteharbor502 I don't know what you're getting at here—just a single word? If you have a point to make, just say it. Don't waste my time.
He grabbed the coin, held onto it for just a second—probably checking if it was real—before handing it right back to the owner.

"Grab your drink and get out—you aren't welcome here," he said, his voice steady and clear.
Look... look, we've even got some little chicks now. What do you think? maminho"Really?" — the tall guy was being sarcastic.
Damn. That's it. Sawyer I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. What can I help you with? maminho... — he tried to play it cool. NateYeah, everyone heard him loud and clear.

During that time, the sheriff— William Bennett53 And his deputy, too. Outkast They were closing in on the lounge after finishing a routine patrol.

It keeps going...

As things started heating up in the saloon, a handpicked crew led by gfggfg gathered under an old oak tree just outside the town limits. little loser, Boss, carnivore and aleale —all seasoned gunslingers—were there for one reason: revenge.

- Alright guys, this is it! - shouted gfggfg
- Old debts are about to be settled - he continued
- Maybe we grab a drink on the house too? - added Boss
- We settle the old debts first. That means we bust my brother asdfga out of jail and hang that damn sheriff, then you can do whatever you want! - gfggfg
was clear. - Psh... - muttered little loser while chewing tobacco
- And leave the sheriff to me... I'll make sure he gets what's coming... - said gfggfg turning his horse toward the city

Soon they were at a full gallop toward New York City, where you could already cut the tension with a knife. Meanwhile, Sheriff Dorian Gray and his deputy Outkast were approaching the saloon, chatting with the locals Manhattan residents on the boardwalks.

- Take it easy, you two... - remarked Tyler Bennett5 slumped comfortably in his chair
- Hey Tyler Bennett5. - responded Outkast lifting his Winchester
- Storm coming tonight?! - asked Dorian Gray glancing at the clouds rolling over the town
- Well... - began Tyler Bennett5 standing up from his chair
- Looks like the storm is already brewing in the saloon - he added, nodding toward the horses tied up out front

And while josip presvetli prepared to ring the bell in front of the small church right at the edge of town to mark noon, gfggfg's gang swept past him in a cloud of dust, tearing down the main street like a freight train.

To be continued...

Simply disappointing. 🙏 🙏
With two separate gangs of outlaws planning to stir up trouble in our otherwise peaceful city, one can't help but wonder when we might see some relief. I find myself hoping that we will soon receive assistance, whether it comes in the form of local volunteers stepping up or intervention from federal authorities. 😁

Everyone knows who’s got the fastest fingers here😁

Just say the word and he'll be back at it, tightening his belt again😬🤣

I like the intro. 🙂

Where are they supposed to be? It is absolutely essential that we have one blonde and one brunette in the group.

You’re definitely no Alonso, but here’s a little 🙏 🙏

Pulling up to the prison gfggfg the crew fanned out and took their positions. gfggfg stood at the gates, Colt drawn, shouting for the sheriff—but instead of Dorian Gray, his twin brother asdfg answered from inside. Realizing the sheriff was nowhere to be found, Boss
didn't waste a single second. He just calmly lit a stick of dynamite and tossed it toward the doors.

Meanwhile, back at the saloon, graniteharbor502 was still leaning against the piano, casually smoking a cigar. maminho dropped his hand to his belt, but Sawyer cut him off, placing a hand on his shoulder and stepping a couple of paces toward the center of the room.

"So, kid, you gonna keep crowing, or..." he asked provocatively, tossing the right side of his dusty coat over his shoulder.

That instinctual move rattled the patrons, who started scrambling for cover. Only Microsoft stayed put, rising slowly. The white grips of his Colts, engraved with red bulls, caught the light in maminho's eyes. The four of them formed a sort of diamond pattern: Sawyer facing graniteharbor502, while Microsoft faced maminho.

Dorian gave Outkast a nod, sending him toward the back exit while he moved toward the tied horses out front.

To be continued...

Easy there, everyone—glad you’re digging it. Was scrolling through this PDF and honestly found a ton of inspiration. Let's go!!!!

graniteharbor502 said:Where are they supposed to be? It is absolutely essential that we have one blonde and one brunette in the group.

Honestly, back in the day, they actually were exactly like that.😍
I actually caught up with one of them just yesterday after ages.😁

👏👏
Bravo. I’m genuinely looking forward to seeing what comes next.

Tyler Bennett5 said:👏👏
Bravo. I’m genuinely looking forward to seeing what comes next.

Yeah, me too.
We're just missing the local mob boss (maybe he'll show up later).

nice one 👋

Fantastic 🙏 🙏

🙏 🙏 way out there...

While... William Bennett53 I watched the horses getting ready to storm the entrance—the crew was hunkered down by the prison, just waiting for the dynamite to blow the doors wide open. Seconds felt like minutes. Boss He checked behind the wooden crate twice. Seeing the fuse had burned out without the dynamite blowing, he stood up and took aim at the charge—BANG! The bullet missed the mark by just a few inches.

The shot rang out and everything just stopped. William Bennett53 He thinks he can just walk right into the saloon. The four of them inside haven't moved an inch—stayed dead quiet. It’s just beautiful. Montana She finally realized she’d been played. shadowhawk24 They were ordered to move in. The four of them just stared—scanning for any tiny crack in their opponents' composure.

Boss Missed with the first shot—but I didn't even get a chance to pull the trigger on the second before the blast sent us reeling right into the middle of the street. The horses out front by the saloon spooked, too. The poor sheriff took a hoof to the head and went down hard.

The guests in the lounge were practically rolling on the floor. Sawyer He lunged backward through the saloon doors in one lightning-fast motion—just like that. graniteharbor502 He also reacted fast—kicking the table in front of him out of the way. Microsoft He went for it—straight ahead. I don't know what that's supposed to mean. If you're trying to say something, just say it. Stop wasting my time.But he didn't fire—mostly because... ruggedfox28 So, I just smashed a whiskey bottle over my own head. As I turned toward... Pete, Microsoft He opened fire—but his rounds just slammed right into the doors he’d come through. Sawyer He flew out just a second before—landing flat on his back.

graniteharbor502, shadowstag10 I'm ready. Send over the text. Microsoft They went straight for the gates, but they didn't account for a heavy dose of hot lead coming from... Sawyer She forced them to stay inside. He was already riding high—one more shot and you've secured a slim but solid lead. It’s all for nothing. graniteharbor502 He fired three shots into it. Sawyer He saw the silhouette—already well out of range. But before he could even process a single thought, he had to dive for cover to escape the hail of bullets. I can't make sense of that. If you have something actual to say, just say it. A gang of riders came thundering past the saloon at a full gallop.

Outkast I pulled my Winchester from the alleyway right next to the saloon. One clean shot—well aimed—and the horse went down. Lost a little bit of it. And this guy ended up face-down in the dirt, too. The rest just bailed out of there. Manhattan.

It continues...

An excellent breakdown. 🙏 🙏
I honestly thought Mom's handgun would misfire, but this is close enough for comfort.
Whose horse kicked me? Where did the Sawyer run off to? Did the bandits release asdfgx? Who got wounded in the lounge? Does shadowhawk24 deserve Montana? I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment... 🙏

William Bennett53 said:An excellent breakdown. 🙏 🙏
I honestly thought Mom's handgun would misfire, but this is close enough for comfort.
Whose horse kicked me? Where did the Sawyer run off to? Did the bandits release asdfgx? Who got wounded in the lounge? Does shadowhawk24 deserve Montana? I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment... 🙏

And whatever happened to Tempo? I sincerely hope they haven't become stuck playing the role of the all-knowing narrator, but rather will actually step into the fray and join the action itself.

Entering the saloon