02-11-2010, 08:32 AM
The distinct sound of glass shattering pierced the landscape, along with laughter and what sounded like a silenced Rifle barking. Cowboy was out by the Clown's trailers, doing what he always did after a show; Shooting the old seltzer bottles with the clowns and the acrobats. They always told the Ringleader that the bottle got busted in transit, as the Ringleader was always too busy counting his profits after a show to notice the big grey Tigerwolf and his sleek black M-14 slinking off to have fun with the clowns.
"fifty yards, open sights," Cowboy grinned, and pulled the trigger, causing another bottle to shatter and spray it's contents everywhere, "Oh shit! fifty points!"
"fifty yards, open sights," Cowboy grinned, and pulled the trigger, causing another bottle to shatter and spray it's contents everywhere, "Oh shit! fifty points!"
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
