The Wild West Shot

I leaped out of my seat a I heard a shot coming from the sheriff’s gun. The sheriff had shot one of the four cowboys. Smoke poured out of his silver revolver. The horses jumped. The other three cowboys looked frightened because one of their fellow men had just been killed. The sheriff then smiled, holstered his gun and said, “I don’t think the old man in the back got his picture, how would ya’ll like us to do that again so he can get
his picture?”

Everyone in the bleachers around the mock up of the Wild West Town in Williams, Arizona laughed and cheered. The sheriff and cowboys started acting the few minuets before the shooting. Everyone in the stands had their cameras out, their fingers tense, waiting to take a great picture. As the sheriff fired his gun a second time every one fired their cameras as well. I was ready with my camera and took a picture just like every one else.

It turned out to be one of the best pictures I have ever taken. Smoke fills the space in front of the sheriff’s gun. The sun gleams off the polished metal on the revolver. Now when I look back I can tell people that after the second shot the cowboy fell dead just as he did the first time and the Wild West Show went on.