Tumbleweeds blew across the orange dirt. The smoldering sun hung halfway above the horizon. Crows gathered atop the saloon to watch the spectacle with gleeful anticipation. America could still smell the gunpowder in the air, guessed the barrel of his rifle was still hot from the fight.
But he couldn’t know for sure because the gun was still on the ground of that battered saloon and there was a noose around his neck.
“Last words?” China asked, toying with a cigar and making sure America knew exactly how disinterested he was in the whole affair. This wasn’t his idea. It was North Korea’s.
“Out with it.”
“First of all,” America said, reminded once more of the ropes cutting into his wrists when he shifted, “I want you to know that this doesn’t change how I feel about you. In fact, it just makes me want you more. Second, you are about to make the biggest mistake of your life because any second now my posse is gonna tear through those gates and put a bullet between your eyes.”
His posse of two. The two who had hated each other from the moment they locked eyes and could not exactly be trusted to cooperate even under so dire a circumstance.
China blew smoke into the hot air. “Finished?”
America steeled his gaze and looked death in the face. “Yee-haw.”
Snarling, North Korea cranked the lever and the floor fell out from under America’s feet.
Three cowboys find each other in the jail cell of a sheriff’s office in a little town called Bow Creek. What they don’t realize is that they all have something in common: a deep connection to a very powerful and very dangerous outlaw. Will this common thread help them band together to face hell, or will their prejudices drive them to kill each other before they even get a chance to fight?
The world doesn’t need another badly-written Magnificant Seven parody, but I’m giving it one anyway. The first part of this western mini-series will post sometime this month. I hope you’ll be there for the ride.