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Outlaw Justic

Frank and Jesse James strapped their pistols to thier sides the Youngers got to gether and saddled up tp ride. Butch and all his gang made ready at the wall Sundance made his final bet at the gambling hall. Billy at the time was only seventeen but he was faster with a gun than most had ever seen. The Clatons were all fuming cause Wyatt made them all a clown they were hell bent on revenge the Erps were going down. Doc was sitting on the couch coughing up his lungs he sat there with a rag in hand cleaning up his gun. A stranger on a pale horse had seen them one and all he told them they'd meet up again when he came baxk to call The time had come for paybacks they have had enough the law and order marshels simply were unjust. The outlaws all deceided they should talk it over first but when they got together it was a meeting of the worst. Sundance stared at billy who spit in Jesses face gun shots starting echoing all about the place. When the rider on the pale horse rode up in the dusk everyone was dead and gone and turning into dust. So much for outlaw justic or perhaps it was indeed a justice quite befitting for a disapearing breed.

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