... high noon...

… high noon…

… I strap on my black leather belt - adjust it to fit exactly the way I want it…
… the holster to the left facing backwards…
…resting against my belly- in front and at the same level as my hip bone…
out of habit my right hand snaps to my left…
… reaching, feeling for the comfortable reassuring presence of the Colt…
it comes to hand, exactly as it should…
… not so low, that its four pounds weight delays the draw by to lift it…

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… I repeat the draw - quicker now… lightening fast… like a snake striking…
… thumbing back the hammer as I do so…
It feels so right - I feel so right…
… if only I could ignore the copper tang of fear in my guts…
as I stumble outside into the fierce sunlight…
… to meet my destiny…

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