The GunslingerThe Gunslinger by monstroooo
"You mean you ain't never heard of the Gunslinger?"
The bar was almost dead at this time of night, and the question seemed to echo around the room - emphasising the sudden silence, rather than masking it.
"No, boy, I ain't."
Only a handful of stragglers remained, the dregs of the evening clearing the dregs of their whiskeys. The lights shone dimly, and everything moved lethargically in the warm Texas night.
"Well I'll be. I thought everyone 'round here knew the story of the 'slinger'," said one of the stragglers a tall, skinny man wearing a pale cowboy hat. A battered guitar rested on his knee.
"I'm new in town."
They sat at the bar - the musician and the newcomer. The guitarist resumed a lazy melody across the treble strings.
"Oh really?" he drawled, fingers sliding slowly over the fretboard. "And how are y'all finding our little patch of dirt?"
"Whiskey's expensive. Women all look like men," the newcomer replied. "Music's terrible," he added, eying up the musician suspiciously
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In the middle of the night, I was sleeping sitting up
When a doctor came to tell me enough is enough
He brought me out into the hall, I could have sworn it was haunted
And told me something that I didn’t know that I wanted to hear
That there was nothing I could do to save you
The choir’s gonna sing and this thing is gonna kill you
Something in my throat made my next words shake
And something in the wires made the light bulbs break