Took the boy out of bed by the collar of his pajamas, dragged him downstairs and threw him through the door upon the front yard’s cold grass. Walked to him, stopped and said:
— You’ve been appointed as the responsible for the Disenchantment of the World. — grabbed a cigarette, before proceeding: — It’s too big of a crime to be committed. I’m here to stop you. — lighted it up, released the fuming match and laid hold of the revolver from his right holster. — On your feet, he commanded. The boy, catatonic as he was, was then grabbed by the shoulders and put on his feet. And accepted, with both his palms open, the .38 caliber revolver that was offered to him.
The boy, catatonic as he was, was then grabbed by the shoulders and put on his feet. And accepted, with both his palms open, the .38 caliber revolver that was offered to him.
— Now, we duel. — said the man, that then gave him his back, walked as far as to the neighbor’s fence, faced him again and stood into position: the body stiffed, the torso turned sideways, slightly leaned to the back, and the stomach flexed, so to reduce the silhouette of the target. Stood as trained, and said:
Stood as trained, and said:
— What, you though I came from the future? — and laughed — No one from the future could do it. I’ve come from the past. On three,
Two
Bang!
