Post by Red Rob on Oct 8, 2015 15:00:45 GMT
It was a chilly morning in Columbus, winter was approaching and men rubbed their hands together as the stark sunlight warmed their stiff limbs.
The men around the county prison were waking from a quiet night, there hadn’t been much drinking, or much of anything. The city of Columbus had not yet properly risen, but a few locals were coming into town for their daily trade.
A Mexican woman sat on a small cart being pulled into town, the cart had something bulky in the back and a man in a surprisingly tidy and well-arranged suit was sitting behind it, smoking a large pipe and nodding at everyone as the cart turned and pointed its back towards the prison and the group of men guarding it.
The cart stopped and the horse was un-coupled by the Mexican woman. The woman, who was monstrously huge, strolled round the carts size and snatched the cloth cover off of what the guards could now see was a gleaming Gatling gun. As she did this she snatched up a carbine and started to blast away, with an evil grin, the smartly dressed man began to fire the Gatling gun, spitting hot lead at the prison guards.
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As the rebels rushed to grab their firearms and return fire a bearded man in a wide brimmed cap stepped out of a saloon, he hurled two sizzling red sticks into the mass of men and whipped a power of revolvers from their holsters and began to pick off men, walking slowly forwards.
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The Little Man watched the slaughter unfolding from his rooftop position, the slaughter was exactly to his liking, he shouldered the Winchester and began to open fire, his accuracy improved by resting the barrel across a wooden ridge on the roof.
The men around the county prison were waking from a quiet night, there hadn’t been much drinking, or much of anything. The city of Columbus had not yet properly risen, but a few locals were coming into town for their daily trade.
A Mexican woman sat on a small cart being pulled into town, the cart had something bulky in the back and a man in a surprisingly tidy and well-arranged suit was sitting behind it, smoking a large pipe and nodding at everyone as the cart turned and pointed its back towards the prison and the group of men guarding it.
The cart stopped and the horse was un-coupled by the Mexican woman. The woman, who was monstrously huge, strolled round the carts size and snatched the cloth cover off of what the guards could now see was a gleaming Gatling gun. As she did this she snatched up a carbine and started to blast away, with an evil grin, the smartly dressed man began to fire the Gatling gun, spitting hot lead at the prison guards.
…………………………………………………………….
As the rebels rushed to grab their firearms and return fire a bearded man in a wide brimmed cap stepped out of a saloon, he hurled two sizzling red sticks into the mass of men and whipped a power of revolvers from their holsters and began to pick off men, walking slowly forwards.
……………………………………………………………
The Little Man watched the slaughter unfolding from his rooftop position, the slaughter was exactly to his liking, he shouldered the Winchester and began to open fire, his accuracy improved by resting the barrel across a wooden ridge on the roof.
