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The midday sun was relentless.
Zach looked at his timepiece, it was 11:57.
'I'll finish you at noon tomorrow,' Muldoon had said.
Zach loaded his gun and placed it in its holster.
Zach's gang were long gone, they weren't men enough for this fight.
He would have to tackle 'Mad Dog' Muldoon on his own.
He planned to shoot Muldoon first, and worry about his cohorts later.
As Muldoon's party turned the corner, one of them shouted, "Look out, Mad Dog!"
Zach drew his weapon, aiming at Muldoon's chest. He squeezed the trigger and... nothing.
His spud gun had jammed.

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    Horrorshow over 3 years ago

    Love me some spud gun action.

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    Peter Muscutt over 3 years ago

    Damn doze pesky spudguns!! I used to have one as a kid, great fun.

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    Frenchie over 3 years ago

    thanks for the laugh ** great one!

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    Bryan Thomas over 3 years ago

    Thanks for the comments!

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