Billy and Jonny (standard:action, 402 words)
Author: Txgirl	Added: Oct 25 2001	Views/Reads: 3551/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Two friends who grew up like brothers go their seperate ways thne meet up again.

When your a gunfighter you never know how long your going to live, who
the next loser who wants to gun you down is.  It’s always just another 
notch on your pistol.  When your a gunfighter you don’t get many 
friends either, at least not many you can trust. That’s true for Billy 
and Jonny.  Billy and Jonny grew up together, they both dreamed of 
being gunfighters.  When they were fifteen they started practicing 
their shooting, their parents disagreed, but they never listened. When 
they were seventeen they were the best shots in town.  Their parents 
quit arguing, they gave up all together when Billy and Jonny left home 
to pursue their dream. By the time the boys were twenty-four they were 
known as the best in the territory.  They soon parted though, they 
figured they could be known nation wide if they each went west 
separately. By the time they were twenty-seven they met on the streets 
of Cheyenne.  They didn’t recognize each other at first in the bar.  
Their names had spread across the U.S. as planned.  They were better 
gunmen than anyone else. They started talking in the bar, one thing led 
to another and they realized who each other were, they spent all night 
drinking and reminiscing.  Then they realized until the other one was 
gone they wouldn’t be known as individuals.  Billy started mocking 
Jonny and Jonny started mocking Billy.  They finally made the deal to 
meet in the street at noon. As they slept it went through their minds 
that this was the only way.  Even though they grew up as brothers, they 
couldn’t let each other stay alive. Noon came soon the next day, Billy 
and Jonny met out on the street, one watching the other, neither one 
drawing first, yet neither moving their hands from their guns.  Finally 
Billy said, “I can’t do this.”  Jonny stopped confused.  Billy took his 
guns by the handles and threw them to the ground.  “Pick them up.”  
Jonny shouted.  Billy didn’t move.  Jonny drew his guns, “Pick them 
up.”  Billy’s hand went to his back, pulled out a gun and shot his 
former best friend.  Jonny looked up at Billy.  “You were never going 
to shoot me.”  Billy said, then his eyes went wide as Jonny took his 
last breath, he put a knife through his friends chest.  Billy stood up, 
removed the knife, and fell beside Jonny.


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