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A GOOD DAY FOR DYIN’!

“Here they come,” the shopkeeper said. “I heard that Major Cosgrove has offered a thousand dollars to anyone who kills you.”

“Is that all?” Smoke asked. “That’s an insult. I’ve had a hundred times that amount on me.”

Smoke pulled both guns and stepped out onto the high boardwalk overlooking the street, cocking the .44s. Preacher had taught him that when somebody’s huntin’ you, why hell, just take it to them and open the dance.

“Is it a good day to die, boys?” Smoke called, lifting the .44s and looking down at the men below.

“Damn!” one of the JB hands said, a rifle in his hands and the words drifting to Smoke. “This ain’t gonna be no tea party.”

“You can believe that,” Smoke said, and opened fire, and the street was suddenly filled with the roar of rolling thunder.