It was all one big set up for this riddle.
(wait for official instructions though)
Statistics: Posted by WildBillHickok — Sat Oct 28, 2006 3:32 pm
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Morgan had always stuck his gun out when he shot. One day he accidentally stubbed the end of the barrel on the holster lip and the concussion made him pull the trigger prematurely. But he realized that it was a very fast shot. Hmmm, he thought. The 2nd time he did it on purpose without the stubbing. He just barely cleared leather and fired from the holster. But his barrel wasn't level. So he tried leaning his hip forward and tilted his upper body back at the same time. After a few tries, he was hitting the 15 foot target with this new method of fast draw. Except it was 50% faster. He kept it up. He learned he could fire twice now, with accuracy, in the time it used to take him to fire once. Then he tied his holster where IT tilted forward, but was still snug to his hip, and it sat a little higher up, not the so called conventional wisdom of lower. Now unbelievably he could fire three times, by fanning his single action Colt with his left thumb, then middle finger, and finally pinky finger, each time pulling his right forefinger to shoot. He practiced this a hundred times a day, the fast rapid pull of his right forefinger. Then he had a gunsmith loosen and weaken the trigger spring, so that it was easier to pull in a faster motion. A year ago he was good. But now...he was scary good, WAY better than a year ago. He now knew things almost nobody else knew...or would ever know.
Morgan rode into town one afternoon...he'd gone in to get some beans, flour and coffee. He wasn't feeling too well that day. He was a bit under the weather. But he had to get some supplies. As he was untying his horse ready to go home, he saw a young cowboy purposely striding toward him. The kid's gun was low and the loop off the trigger, Morgan noticed.
"Whew. Not another one." thought Morgan.
"Hey, ole man...are you Frank Morgan?"
Morgan rolled his eyes..."no kid...a lot of people have made that mistake...I'm Roy Walker, just in to get some beans and coffee" as he held them up to show the kid. Morgan didn't feel like any kind of confrontation today.
"I thought you were Morgan...are you SURE? I'm LOOKING for him!!"
Morgan smiled and joked "I'd sure hate to be in his shoes then. You look like you're plenty handy with that thing" nodding toward the kid's gun.
The kid looked at Morgan's tilted high up holster and thought it kind of queer. Thinking this can't be him, carrying his gun in a stupid way like that, acting so submissive like he was. The kid walked off, not knowing he could have been notch 19. Not realizing what genius he had just seen and that he'd just possibly met the best and fastest gun alive.
Morgan hadn't turned his back on the kid, waited for the kid to turn first and walk away.
Then he got on Buck and rode in the opposite direction, back around the stores and back to his ranch.
(Ever NOT feel like playing poker but you did anyway? Ever feel a bit off, or something was bothering you, you were pissed at something else earlier that day? but out of some kind of misplaced stupid feeling of obligation you played anyway? Then you lost quickly? Played stupidly? Got put out early? )
to be cont'd...
Statistics: Posted by WildBillHickok — Thu Oct 26, 2006 2:24 pm
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