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34: Counter strike 🎖️

Jungkook held a rifle that he stole from Shīrabi's own weapon cart and pointed it at him. That roused the Old Man, and quick as you can tell it, he threw off his bulletproof vest and flashed the butt end of a Sharps rifle beneath his coat.

I smirked. Exactly what we wanted. Now we can shoot him.

He moved with the speed of a rattler, but I already had my pistol barrel at the Old Man’s throat from behind, and I didn’t have to do nothing but drop the hammer on it.

Which I did.

Now that Pepperbox is a funny pistol that Jungkook got me from Shīrabi's cart. It ain’t dependable like a Colt or a regular repeater.

Pepperbox is a powder cap gun. It needs to be dry, and all that sweating and swearing must’ve sprouted water on my big hands, is the only way I can call it, for when I pulled the go switch, the gun hollered, “Kaw!” and misfired.

One barrel next to us exploded and peeled sideways. I dropped it and fell to the floor, bellowing like a calf, my hand nearly blew off.

The other three fellas, who agreed to help us, holding their Colts on Old Brown had stepped back momentarily to keep their faces clear of the Old Man’s brains, which they expected to splatter across the room any minute, and now all three found themselves gaping at the hot end of a Sharps rifle, which the old fart coolly drawed out all the way.

"I told you the Lord would draw it out of your hand," he said, "for the King of Kings eliminates all pesters."

He stuck that Sharps in one of the guy's neck and drew the hammer back all the way, then looked at them two other fellas and said, "Lay your pistols down on the floor or here it goes."

They done as he said, at which point he turned to the tavern, still holding his rifle, and hollered out, "I’m Isao Shīrabi. Captain of the Hangug Rifles. I come with the Lord’s blessing to free every colored man in this territory. Any man who stands against me will eat grapes and powder."

He grabbed my hand and, still holding that Sharps at the ready, backed toward the rear door. I heard horses charging down the back alley. When he got to the door, he released my hand for a moment to fling it open, and as he did, Jungkook charged him.

At the same time, I lunged for one of the Colts laying on the floor, snatched it up, pointed the hot end at the Old Man, and fired.

The bullet missed the Old Man and struck the edge of the door, sending a sliver of wood about eight inches long out sideways.

The sliver jutted out the side of the door like a knife, straight horizontal, about chest high—and Jungkook pushed the Old Man right into it.

Right into his chest it went.

The old man staggered back, dropped to the floor, and blew out his spark right there.

Jungkook and I dropped to the ground, breathing heavily. We exchanged glances and Jungkook patted my shoulder. "You're bad at aiming. But better than a peasant."

"I don't even have the energy to fight with you so I'm letting you go." I warned and he chuckled.

“Congratulations, to everyone who survived this round. 230 people couldn't clear this round and were eliminated.

There were 7 people who cleared this game and will move to the next round. Please check your wrist band for the room number and enter the respective room in this hotel.”

I looked at my wristband and then back at Jungkook. "What's your room number?"

"1301. And yours?"

I showed him my wristband while mumbling.

"2084."