As Desperado walks into the streets, mud on his shoes, perfume of sweaty armpits.
He starts to sit down at a firepit along the way, several people are drinking and having a good time at this hour. It's must have been
Smoke pops up from the firepit in the direction of Desperado. He walks through the smokey cloud and finds himself one of the bigger woods logs where he could sit on. Grabs a small bottle from his chest pocket.
Looks at the people around the fire pit with a rigid gaze. place the small bottle at his lips and takes a nip.
Well, now it's time for a bedtime story ladies and gents.
Desperado takes another nip before he starts speaking in public
"The worst men are no longer those of the mountains or the plains, but of the great cities.
The most absolute lawlessness exists under the shadow of the tallest temples of the law and in the innermost of that society which boasts itself as the supreme civilization of the world. We have had no purpose in these pages to praise any sort of crime or to glorify any manner of bad deeds; but if we were forced to make choice among criminals, then by all means that choice should be, must be, not the brutal murderer of the cities, but the desperado of the old West. The one is an assassin, the other was a warrior; the one is a dastard, the other was something of a man."
While holding his bottle firm with his left hand and reaching with his right hand for his holster.
He finds out his gun is not in place. Intoxicated by the alcohol Desperado feels grief for the first time in his life about what happened to his compadre.
One of the people around the firepit asks Desperado
"Why are your clothes all bloody and messy. It seems you had a hell of a night"
"One of my best friends just passed away"
Desperado takes yet a bigger gulp from the bottle. He feels the alcohol burning in his throat a feeling he wanted since the ride back to the city"
“Did he die game?” the stranger asks, this is one of the questions asked by bad men among themselves. “Did he die with his boots on?”
Desperado feels light in his head and slowly falls backward, his sight gets blurry and the face of the people seem to fade away. He just passed out next to the firepit.
People gather around him and try to bring him back up the wooden log.
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