It is a duel between me and him. He wears a wide brimmed hat that protects his eyes from the intense rays of the sun and the sweltering heat. The frown he wears is like that of an merciless killer. His eyes bore through me like a hawk tracking its defenseless prey. He is a cobra waiting for just the right moment to strike the deadly blow. There is much confidence in the way he holds his magnums, it strikes fear into the hearts of all who look his way. I take out my own Desert Eagle. I see his expression flicker in a momentary show of fear. I will not back down. And he knows it.
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