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He entered the saloon, the same hole he had spent his last two nights in. He squinted at the barkeep, shaking his head at the sight of the man sleeping on his keep.
A maggot in charge of a maggot-house, it seemed fitting.

He strode towards a table where a bunch of tight-mouthed gringos as the townsfolk surely referred to them played a game of cards. So tight-mouthed they did not speak, only using their scowls to negotiate.
He did not speak either when he shot one of them between the eyes.
The barkeep did awaken then, but he moved back the flap of his duster, and the rising men stopped at the sight of his other gun. It did not hurt his first was still in his hand.
Pointing death at them, it was.

**

Though he did not ask for it, the woman for whom he had done the deed paid him the only way she knew. On her back.

**

As he strode out into the light, he straightened his hat, to shield his eyes from the sand in the air.
There was always sand in the air.

He moved towards his destination. A bunch of kids fought in his path. He did not bother to break them apart this time. They flowed around him as he passed them, still fighting.
Their scuffle seemed as constant as the dusty air.

**

He eyed the man who entered his room, laying on his side on the straw matress, a blade in his mouth.
He had nothing to say to the man, so he didn't.
The man watched him, his hair dark, his expression darker.
The man tossed him a pouch, and he caught it. The sound of coins within was the sound of a grave's gravel.
It was time to move on.

**

As he rode his horse away from the town, he looked back and spat on the ground.
The corpses stared upwards.

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This is the second piece of fiction I wrote about the Man with No Name. Check out the first piece, [A Tired Old Cliche](https://steemit.com/fiction/@geekorner/a-tired-old-cliche).

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