The tumbleweed blows across a dusty path,a lone rider enters the scene overlooked by a blazing yellow sun.
The lone rider and his jet black horse cast a shadow as their ride past the building s of the town of Holsworthy,the townsfolk out and about doing their daily chores stop and look out of curiosity and part suspicion .
The lone rider was dressed totally in black clothing attire finished off by a black hat upon his head,he also had two guns strapped to his waist.
The lone rider stops outside the town's saloon,unseats from his saddle and tied up his horse to the rail s,and swagger s inside the saloon by opening the double swing doors.
Inside the saloon the White Hart inn,the pianist was playing a happy tune,showgirl s dancing for the amusement if the many all Make crowd gathered around their various tables,beers a nd whisky in hand and some basic nibbles of peanut s and some jerkin .
The atmosphere stops in a second of time all the people inside the White Hart inn stop,turn and stare at the line rider dressed in plutonium darkness attire with his silver tipped guns glittering in the light,the piano music has stopped and only left with the sound of silence in the air.
The lone rider ignores this and just carry s on the bar,stops and looks at the bartender and asks for a drink of cool clean water .
The bartender looks perplexing at the lone rider as in all his years He has been asked for just a water.
Breaking the tense atmosphere a voice books across the White Hart inn ,it says who are you mister and what your business in these parts.
The.lone rider turns to face the crowd around the man awaiting his reply.
The lone rider speaks in a almost grutal form I here to to collect the souls of the young and the foolish so I can place them back to the ground in the gravy for taking my wife and raping her,for killing my children,for destroying my home.
The voice in the crowd replied is not the graveyard full of the young and the foolish already,and whom of us do you refer.and propels ite
The lone rider replies I looking for the seven members of the gang called Mafia ,as it only them I send to hell all the rest of you are not nothing to me.
With that seven man stand up each to face him,eyes fixing a stare ,hands ready to pull their six shooters from their holsters and fire some hot lead into this pretentious stranger and get on with drinking and some alone time with the show girls.
Before any of the seven can get their guns out of their holsters ,a flash of light,seven tiny pieces of moulded molten lead fly through the air ,as their team each of the seven the bullet bits each square in the head and propels itself through the cranium bone,the flesh of the brain and through to the other side,say bullet then drops on the floor making a tiny Audible sound as it hits the dusty inn floor.
All the seven members of the mafia fall in the hard floor no longer people just a cadaver of a shell of who and want their were.
In a puff of black mist and the smell of sulphur in the air the lone rider was gone ,revenge was his,now it's time to join his victims in the fiery pits of hell.
