Black Bart
Jan 4th, 2010 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Black Bart rode into town on his black horse, his black hat hanging low over his eyes. He had traveled two weeks to Ingalls, and the legends seemed true, with more saloons than shops, and not a lawman in sight.
Bart headed directly to the Tanglefoot, the most famous gambling establishment in all of Oklahoma. His brother spent most of his time there, and all of his money. The shootout, if necessary, would take place inside.
He was under strict orders from his mother. Bring home his brother, or die trying. Better to be shot here than disappoint his mother.