Call of Juarez

[ThryllSeekyr]

For those American Wild west devotees that only dream about this lifestyle and haven't yet expereinced it for themsleves should look for copy of "Call Of Juarez" in their local Walmart or EB.........

( Not that I woud knw, but I am guessing here.)

Or atleast download the Demo. Which is what I did!

I started the demo ( There's choice of being a ex-Outlaw/Preacher armed with two six shooters or halfbreed indian carrying a Whip.)

All I can say is that it's very authentic as ....

( Do I hear a lazy Mexican guitar playing in the background. This reminds me of that old Korona Beer commercial from nearly twenty years ago. )

 A tumbleweed rolls across, my field of vision. As I am stepping straight down the middle of the one main street of this visably deserted town. The buildings on either side of me are all boarded up, like they were expecting trouble. I can barely percieve the sound of  bolts sliding in to locked position......

 Rubbish... mainly wooden crates are strewn in my path. What was once a wagon carriage is left leaning on it's two remaining wheels.....

A woman screams. A shrill sound enamating from the second storey window of the third building down on my left hand side.....

 I now hear the telltale sound of spurs dragging, hitting the dirt slowly, methodically, a few yards in front and slighty in front of me.....

( The Mexican guitar is playing slower and less distinctly now.)

I stop suddenly, standing, legs evenly spread apart, arms akimbo, hovering close to the handles of my twin six shooters. It's been twenty years since those guns had seen use. It's been twenty years since I had the need to use them. Despite that long time, and out of habit I had absent mindedly reloaded them upon strapping on the holsters.......

( Mexican guitars can still be heard. Must be a ghost.)

Two pairs of spurs attached to two pairs of boots moving into positon in front of me. They haven't shot at me yet, because they think they have the numbers on me........

Part of this motely bunch now standing infront of me, who  moments before had also been standing right outside the door of the church ( I chose the born again Preacher.) where I practice sermons. One of them had just shot the sheriff and they promptly all turned tail and ran. The culprit didn't make it. He bit the dust beofe he even gotten all the way down to the bottom of the hill just on the outskirts of the main street.......

Being a greyhaired ex-outlaw turned Preacher. Who has survived this harsh enviroment for this long develops keen survival instincts. There are only two types of people who eke out aliving in this type of country.

 The quick......

 and the dead...........

( That Mexican guitar are still playing a lazy tune.)

Their guns had left their holsters, yes and there was the familer clicking noise of four hammers snapping back into position.

Make that, six hammers as my guns flew into my hands nearly of their own accord....

 Spectral cross-hairs that didn't really exist, but were there none the less. Making a journey from the extreme left and right of my vision. Where they converged on the outlines of two of cowboys opposing me. Standing outside of the other two. Who were yet to face the wrath of my twin barreels......

To the untrained ears. A collective bang whould have been heard. Though, my ears would have heard Bang. times four but one by one. Except it was Bang times time eight, then twelve, but I didn't have to use all six bullets.......

I could feel rather than see atleast the passage of two bullets as they made there journey past my head and between my knees as they went right past and continued behind me......

 Four hats fly off four heads. One of them spinning like a flying saucer before coming to rest. Not before their owners had wobbled and started to fall.....

My guns were reloaded and reholstered before four lifeless heaps had made it to the dirt.......

The mexican guitar stops and when the dust clears......

Suddenly, I became aware of the smell of gun powder mixxed with the scent of scorched leather hat coming from the top of my head. My hat. On later inspection had a slight discoloured burned skidmark on it and I had also checked my trousers as there were two bullet holes there as well. Thankfully, they were really baggy trousers and my manhood had survived unscathed. Had those bullet holes been any higher and... lets just say that I wouldn't be much of Preacher with with falsetto instead of my usual baritone.

Four dead bodies, plus the other one behind me.....

The mexican guitar returns, playing alot faster now....

At the sight of their four companions taken down so quickly. The rest of them deicded to take me more seriously as gun fire played all around me as I went for cover.

This was far from over.......

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[DavidXBrunt]

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