The end for a gunman(story)

This is the entirely true story of the death of the most Epic gunslinger ever, my old character, Jason Newfield.

Sand pelted Jason in the face as he raced across desert to on his way back to Chester. His right hand ached from where the dust monster had latched on to him earlier. He was riding hard and could tell the horse was tired, but he had all the medice for the doctor and there were alot of sick people back in town and they needed that medice immediately. He breathed a sigh of relieve as he saw the church begin to materialize in the distance. He reigned up hard infront of the doors and yelled for the doctor and preacher.

Preacher Walker and the doctor came running out as Jason jumped down from the horse and pulled the saddle bag full of medice off. it wasn't nearly enough but it would have to do. "This was all i could get from those dirty French snake-oil dealers." He spits.
"I'll be back, I need to take this other bag to the mayor, make sure you look after Jack, i don't need him dying on me."

Carefully he pulls the other bag off the horse. As he walked the short distance to the mayors office he took count of the items in the bag. 5 sticks of Dynamite and 5 bottles of Nitro. He had gotten cheated on the dynamite at $5 a stick, but the nitro had only been $1. Carefully before entering the mayors office Jason pulled 2 of the bottles of nitro out of the bag and placed them in his coat pockets. "Well i guess once a crook always a crook," he thought, "the mayor will never miss 'em." He enters the office and lays out what he got.

"This is it?" The mayor bellowed, "I gave you $100, what the hell happened?"
"I got fleeced," Jason reaplied coolly, "They charged my $5 a bottle for the medice so i spent $50 on it, i needed saddle bags for $25, and then it was $5 a stick of dynamite. if you have a problem with it go talk to the French."
"Fine, get out of here," the mayor resigned.

Jason began makeing his way back to his house to put his Nitro in a safe place when he noticed something odd. It was his friend the Fiddle Player, he wasn't really sure who he was but he had met him twice before, and once the Fiddler had saved his life. At first jason didn't know what he was seeing. There was some woman flailing around as if blinded, a small old preacher standing over the fiddler, and the fiddler was playing hard with a very frightened look on his face. After fighting zombies, gods, witch-doctors, and wierder, Jason recognized magic when he saw it.

Without thinking he pulled his pistol and took aim at the preacher. He wasn't accustumed to shooting old men, but he was used to shooting anything involving magic, and it seemed like magic was about to ruin his friend's day. He took aim at the preachers head and shot. But suddenly there was a flash of lighting from the black clouds in the air and a snap of thunder. Jason's aim was thrown just alittle off and he took off the preachers hat with his shot.

The preacher turned to him. And with eyes like the blackest pits of hell and a voice like thunder he yelled, "He who stands in the way of god is blind!" And with that Jason's sight was taked from him.

But before he knew what was happening a voice from behind him yelled "you gonna die," and an indian woman a short ways away clubbed him in the chest with a shotgun. He heard the nitro clink around in his pockets and knew that he had to kill her or she may break one of the bottles. Eyes wide with terror he made the decision and turned his gun on her. He went to ram the gun into he face and shoot and she moved slightly to the side.

Two arms encircled Jason, one grabbing his gun arm and the other trapping his other arm to his side. The bottles in his pockets clinked louder. But before Jason could think the indian woman hit him again with her shotgun. And he and the man on his back began to fall. And thats when he heard it, the last thing he would ever hear, glass breaking, and his worst fears came true.

The flames envelopped him before he could think much more than, "Fuck." Expanding ever outwards from his pockets flames errupted everwhere. The man who had been on his back and the indian woman were instantly incinerated along with Jason. A short distance away the force of the explosion sent the preacher flying into the church, a burnt ball of a man. The only two to escape the blast were the Fiddler and the blind woman.

Well, atleast Jason had helped his friend.

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