The Saint of Killers

#IHateCheaters #AndEveryoneElse // #IntoTheFire ~ Pause

-- back the hammer* I /said/ show us your damn cards, you cheatin' sonofabitch.// @ProPeccatisTuis

--the newly forged pistol from its holster, setting it with a soft clatter to the table, and cocked--

--as the Angel of Death waffled, visibly uncomfortable, he reached down with glacially slow, and drew -- @ProPeccatisTuis

--dropped a low stack of gold coins to the table* *his voice a deep gravel* Call. *eyes narrowing -- @ProPeccatisTuis

--his hand, and lifted a steely gaze to the Angel, reached into his leather pouch, and -- @ProPeccatisTuis

--as his boot heel hit the floor. Languidly turning up the curled edges of his cards, he memorized -- @ProPeccatisTuis

--floor, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and slowly stretched out his leg, spurs jangling --

*cheek bulging as he moved the wad of chaw with his tongue, he spat a tarry stream of liquid to the --@ProPeccatisTuis

// Aces High