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Request a SnakeHis Draw Always Comes Up in SpadesSnake stepped out into the dusty streets. The sun was just going down and already the challenges had started. That was the way it went out here, in this town, in this world. The stranger who had issued the challenge hadn’t shown his face or much else for that matter but Plissken had a reputation to keep. He was the best gunslinger around and he would match any challenger no matter who they were.
Snake turned pulling a cigarette from his pocket. The wind kicked up and he shielded the flickering match as it produced the brilliant cherry. He took a grateful puff letting the smoke trail out slowly. His adversary was still nowhere to be seen.
Nerves rattled as Plissken left the cigarette dangle from his lips. His hands made their way to his holsters and unclipped the snaps. Gasps rose among the gathering spectators but Plissken’s mind was elsewhere. He was focused and tense like a spring trap waiting to catch the leg of an unwary animal. His fingers twitched anxiously as he waited for the sound or motion that would bring the draw.
His eye caught something in the breeze and focused on the fluttering object. It was coming straight for him. He let out a breath letting smoke curl around his face. The object flipped and he saw the ace of spades.
“Shit” his mind raced as he dropped to the ground. It was so close that the bullet’s velocity could be felt past his head. Snake rolled on the hard packed, dry dirt and came up with the revolver in his hand. The Hexslinger was tracking him as he squeezed off two shots. They missed but it was his intention as he brought his second gun to bear from his better, left hand. One shot and the Hexslinger dropped.
Plissken gave himself a second there on the ground to scout for danger. Everyone was scattering. He tucked his twin revolvers back into their holsters and clipped them in place. Once more his eye caught the fluttering. Snake snatched the ace from the air as he stood. Brushing the dust from his long leather coat he approached his enemy.
Using his boot he rolled him over to ensure he was down. Certain there was no life left Snake dropped the card. It stuck in the blood on the Hexslinger’s stomach. Plissken grinned and gave the body a hard kick. They relied on magic to get the up on the draw. Snake didn’t need the damned magic. He was born with it, in his reflexes, in his very blood. Some thought he was a Slinger like them but Plissken knew differently. All his shots were just luck of the draw and his always came up in spades.