Part VIII - Trouble at the One-stop Survival Shop
One-Eye-Jim lit the cannon's fuse, and walked away.
Steve struggled against his bonds, not eager to meet the nine-ball grape-shot aimed roughly at his head.
The aforementioned ammunition, which didn't have a name, regretted nothing.
The church bells of Saint Mary's rang twelve times, and the courtyard fell silent.
Before the twelfth stroke, Steve was dead, and never again would he be able to ask a stranger for the time.
The End...
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