Doc Brody was late for the appointment, which had clearly been scheduled for high noon. He had personally requested promptness. "Don't be late," he'd said. How unprofessional. How inconsiderate. Was his time somehow more valuable than mine?
Really, what kind of self-respecting outlaw shows up late for a gunfight?
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This story was originally published at 50 Word Stories.
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