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A 55-word MicroFiction story about cowboys |
| Wild Bill crouched behind the horse trough. “Sundance,” he yelled. “Sneak over behind that there barn. I’ll cover you, but stay low.” Zing! “Dang that was too close. We gotta git that outlaw afore he gits us!” Bam! Thud! “Ow! He got me Wild Bill,” croaked Sundance. “I’m hurt real bad.” “Billy! Sonny! Supper’s ready.” |