BANG!

Oh yes, that's how my story ends. I knew it would happen sooner or later... of course I hoped to have at least a couple of years to enjoy left, maybe drinking one last pint... but what can you do?

Dear old Stuart always said "Sheriff you are no match for the river bandits, you're too old! It's time to hang up your boots!". Instead now my hat is there, among the dust, with a bullet hole on the left side.

But Stuart was wrong. I do not regret my choice. Certainly in a few moments I will touch the ground, ceasing to exist... but someone else will take my place.

Someone will pick up my hat; someone younger, passionate; someone like me a few years ago. And it will be a big trouble for criminals in this city.

Oh well, I played my part, the only thing left is a long and deserved sleep. It was a nice life.

Farewell.