A group of cowboys are sitting around a card table arguing about who has the fastest draw.
Finally, one rough looking cowboy slams his drink down and hollers “ain’t no man faster than me. They call me Grim cause I take more lives than the reaper!”.
A voice from across the saloon answers back, “well, I been both sides of the Mississippi, and every other direction on the map. Ain’t met a faster man than me. They call me Sixes, cause I can draw and fire off six rounds before most men can even get the gun outta their holster!”.
After some hootin’ and hollerin’, and eggin’ on by the patrons, the two decide to go outside and see who’s the fastest draw.
They go out into the dusty street, now lined on both sides by the saloon patrons. They stand back to back, each take 30 paces, and turn…
In a flash, before Grim even knows what’s happened, Sixes draws his gun and unloads all six rounds. Grim is stunned, his hand still resting on his holstered gun, but he’s not been hit. He turns his head to the commotion on the side of the street as six men lay dead on the ground. He turns his head back to Sixes, who smirks.
“I said I was the fastest. I never said nothin’ about accuracy”.
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