The Dark West

by JT Dylan

  I thrust two fingers into my left boot, took out the folded rag in there. Inside it was a single translucent capsule, filled with black liquid. As the Ox stomped loudly toward his gun, I bit down hard on the vial. My vision blurred and the last thing I heard as the darkness came was the Ox's voice as he peered into the gloom.

  'Just like shooting cats in a crate.' And he pulled the trigger.

  I didn't hear the gunshot. Or feel any lead. I was already a thousand miles away, 3 days further in time.

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