The tumbleweed crossed the dusty road separating the two boys, their hands twitching over their guns as a whistle sounded the expected two toned call. Dave smirked as they both reached for their guns, hands halting on the pistols. A bass drum beat. They drew their guns, the cold steel barrels pointing directly at one another. Another drum beat.
"Do you feel lucky, punk?" John drawled, "Well? Do ya?"
Suddenly a chorus of men let out a deep bass hum as people flooded the street around the pair, encircling them as woodwinds, brass, and strings went into a quick crescendo. Dave, accompanied by a group of 3 men and two women whirled, pointing his gun to the sky, then re-holstering it, twisting again before redrawing in, a piercing tenor filling the air.
"Yes I do!"
"Yes I do!" The gathered chorus raised their hands, joining in the song.
John stomped, his own gang of back up dancers joining in as the music subdued to a patter and he began to sing while the chorus emphasized his words, "Do you feel real lucky man? Then come and shoot me if you can. You yellow-bellied chicken shit, you can't catch me! I'm hard to hit."
"HIT!" Everyone threw their hands up and twirled.
"I'm a sharp-shooter!" Dave rocked, letting off two bullets sending two crow corpses plummeting to the ground on either side of John, "This duel is surely mine. I'd say you're gonna regret it, but you're running out of time!"
"Out of time!" John looked worried as the crowd began to circle, the two boys overlapping their themes.
"I'm a sharp shooter!"
"Do you feel lucky man? Then come and shoot me if you can."
"This duel is surely mine."
"You yellow-bellied chicken shit..."
"I'd say you're gonna regret it..."
"...you can't catch me! I'm hard to hit."
"...but you're running out of time!"
The music built to a frenzied pace as the two leveled their pistols again, falling into unison.
"No more time, you're just tryin' to stall!"
"So be a man," Dave held out the note as the chorus echoed him.
"I am a man!" John growled back, the chorus echoing him as well.
"Then," Everyone inhaled for the last note as the two leveled their pistols once more before belting the final note, "DRAW!"
FILL: TEAM DAVESPRITE<3DOOMED!JOHN
"Do you feel lucky, punk?" John drawled, "Well? Do ya?"
Suddenly a chorus of men let out a deep bass hum as people flooded the street around the pair, encircling them as woodwinds, brass, and strings went into a quick crescendo. Dave, accompanied by a group of 3 men and two women whirled, pointing his gun to the sky, then re-holstering it, twisting again before redrawing in, a piercing tenor filling the air.
"Yes I do!"
"Yes I do!" The gathered chorus raised their hands, joining in the song.
John stomped, his own gang of back up dancers joining in as the music subdued to a patter and he began to sing while the chorus emphasized his words, "Do you feel real lucky man? Then come and shoot me if you can. You yellow-bellied chicken shit, you can't catch me! I'm hard to hit."
"HIT!" Everyone threw their hands up and twirled.
"I'm a sharp-shooter!" Dave rocked, letting off two bullets sending two crow corpses plummeting to the ground on either side of John, "This duel is surely mine. I'd say you're gonna regret it, but you're running out of time!"
"Out of time!" John looked worried as the crowd began to circle, the two boys overlapping their themes.
"I'm a sharp shooter!"
"Do you feel lucky man? Then come and shoot me if you can."
"This duel is surely mine."
"You yellow-bellied chicken shit..."
"I'd say you're gonna regret it..."
"...you can't catch me! I'm hard to hit."
"...but you're running out of time!"
The music built to a frenzied pace as the two leveled their pistols again, falling into unison.
"No more time, you're just tryin' to stall!"
"So be a man," Dave held out the note as the chorus echoed him.
"I am a man!" John growled back, the chorus echoing him as well.
"Then," Everyone inhaled for the last note as the two leveled their pistols once more before belting the final note, "DRAW!"
BANG!