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"Shoot first and never miss." - Bat Masterson

It was early next morning when some of the Bronson cowboys left the bunk house and headed towards the place where during the whole summer they had done the shooting competition. The cook Hitchins had hooked a few frying pans from the chuck wagon to a rope, and they were hanging from a tree branch. This provided a round target.

Choctaw and Dekker had arrived already, and the two hired guns were standing a bit apart from the rest. They had not participated in the competition before. Hitchins was talking to Razor and Lon, two of the cowboys who had been eliminated already in previous rounds.

-Crowe? Choctaw? You ready? First we ought to confirm if there´s gonna be bettin´ on the result?, the cook was eager to get the show going. But first the money had to be sorted out, as he pointed out looking at Jack Dekker.

And the rules. I don´t wanna to get to an argument with these men afterwards

- I will cover all bets against my pal. - Jack is sure of Choctaw abilities, both of them are used to bet their lives on the skill of the other. And this is only money.

Choctaw can't wait to start.  

- Yea, yea, all ya said, can we start? I'm getting old waiting. There's a target, we have to hit it. No need to explain it more.

Not here 'bout the money - he answered, looking at Choctaw for a second. He then turned to Hitchins and answered, confidently - Sure am ready. 

-I´m in for $3 for Crowe to beat ya, the cowboy said looking defiant at the hired gun. -I reckon he´s got the edge here, he´s lightning fast with the shooting iron he is.

Next to his younger brother, Lon stood still, gazing from beneath his stetson. He was not much of a talker anyway. -I´ll bet five for Choctaw to take this round. Anyone?

-I´ll back you on that, Lon, Hitchins confirmed. He was looking forward to get the show started. -Choctaw´s right. It´s simple enough. ´er two targets, one for each. On my mark, you get your guns and start shooting. The first to finish shouts and it´s over, the guy who is behind has to stop there. Then we count the hits to the target. In case of a draw, the quickest shooter wins.
 

The two contestants took their places, hands trembling a bit with anticipation.

Bring the gun to aim.

-...ready...NOW!!! And the two contestants went for their guns. Choctaw was quicker, and drew his Colt Bisley just ahead of Crowe.

Choctaw chose to fanfire to get as many shots fired as possible, while Crowe brought his six shooter to aim and tried to secure hits to the target.

The guns were out and two contestants were firing. Choctaw was ahead and he was fanfiring quickly using his left hand to cock the gun...

He missed the first shot, but hit the bulls eye with the second!

To the left from Choctaw, Crowe was going for better aim, and he was going a lot slower than Choctaw. He felt he was loosing, but he was not going to give up easy.

Crowe´s third shot hit the target barely, but the made the score even! And he had three shots left.

Choctaw is on fire...

- Weeeeeeeeeeeeha

He is going crazy with two hits. He wants to win the contest quickly, with no time to left Crowe get a hit. He stills firing like hell.

Choctaw´s hand was quicker than the eye when he pounded the hammer of the revolver. He let the gun cool down for just a second after the initial three shots, but then he he fan fired another three finishing the contest before Crowe had a chance to fire any more.

The first two shots were way off, but the last one looked as if it had hit the target just barely.

-STOP! STOP! Enough!, Hitchins yelled and waved his hands. Then he went to have a closer look at the pans to confirm the results. It was not easy to say because the target had already been moving before the last shot. -It´s damn close, but I reckon Choctaw hit twice. One in the middle, and the last just ´ere, look!