Artwork by Phil Burns
This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – QUARTER
Click here to hear the author read his words:
‘Black Ben’ Burp
When ‘Black Ben’ Burp – so called because of the obligatory colour of his hat, clothes and moustache, all clearly indicative of his role as baddie in this story – rides into town, guns down Sheriff Tim Starr, and takes over, I decide to do nothing.
When ‘Black Ben’ Burp swaggers into the Land Office, guns down Cole Pitt, to take over all the mining concessions, and Bull Farmer, to take over all the deeds for the cattle ranches, I decide to do nothing.
When ‘Black Ben’ Burp moseys into the saloon and guns down the proprietor, Johnny Walker – born 1820 and, until then, still going strong – and takes over, I decide to do nothing.
When ‘Black Ben’ Burp ambles into Kate’s Restaurant and Bakeshop and takes over, sending Katie Cutie-Pie on the next stage to Dodge, I decide it’s time for action.
When ‘Black Ben’ Burp is having breakfast, I go up to the attic, open the old Spanish chest (have you noticed they are always Spanish?), lift out my six-guns (please note the hyphen, there are only two guns, one for each hand, but holding six bullets each (this Western writing is harder than I thought, oodles of research)), unwrap them lovingly for the first time since I was a wild kid (my mum had to slap my leg on more than one occasion, I can tell you) and the fastest gun west of San Francisco, slide them into their holsters, and buckle on my gun-belt.
When ‘Black Ben’ Burp strides out into the middle of Main Street under the sweltering midday sun (actually it’s about quarter past, as he had an important prior engagement at noon with Russel Cowes, leader of a rival gang of miscreants, whom he gunned down at the Not Bad Corral), narrows his eyes, spits a stream of tobacco juice out of the corner of his mouth (a thoroughly disgusting habit, in my opinion, and quite inappropriate at a civilised gunfight with impressionable children watching) and asks me if I’m gonna draw or just stand there whimpering and do nothing, I decide to do nothing.