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 Title: His Maker Can WaitAuthor: TaffeyRating: GCharacter: Cort “The Quick and the Dead”Disclaimer:
The following story has been written with no intention of claimingownership or solicitation, nor does the author claim the movie character(s) as his/her own. The movie character(s) have been borrowed solely out of a love of the particular movie and is not intended for any other purpose but amusement and entertainment.~ @ ~ @ ~ @ ~ @ ~ @ ~ @ ~ @ ~ @ ~ @ ~ @ ~
 He stood still, sweat running down his bruised back. Two feet awaystood John Herod-- his former friend, mentor, and ally. Now all Cortsaw was a twisted shell, a wasted life.“You know, Cort, I’ve always dreamed about this day. You and me. Atest to see who’s faster, who’s better.” Herod’s smile was evil; but Cortsaw the tiniest spark of fear in his eyes. The outcome of the gunfightwas now determined.It would be a short-lived victory for Cort. As both gunfighters turned towalk to opposite sides of the street, Cort heard Herod speak to one of his men. He couldn’t make out the words; it didn’t matter. He knewwhat Herod’s order had been. Cort was not to walk away alive.Cort looked at the streets. Most of the citizens were standing outside,
 
transfixed by the gunfight. They knew Cort wouldn’t live if he killedHerod. But if he succeeded in killing the cruel tyrant, maybe his menwould leave town. Maybe Redemption would have some peace.He saw the sharp shooters on the building tops watching him. If hemet his Maker today, possibly his sins would be atoned for and
he
would finally find peace.Cort turned to face Herod. The pain in his right hand was intense. Hisribs ached along with every other part of his body. This had to endsoon. He had been running on adrenaline for the past few days. Hewas too tired. Herod was waiting, his left hand poised over his gun anda sneer on his lips.Herod glanced at the clock tower anxiously. Cort knew what to listenfor---the click before the minute hand hit 12. When it came, he’d beready. There it was---the click. How many times Cort had rehearsed thismoment, it was impossible to count. The first thing Cort noticed wasthe look on Herod’s face---surprise. Then he realized his own gun wasdrawn; he had done what had always come natural. Herod stumbledand fell forward.Cort holstered his empty gun and sighed with relief. It wouldn’t belong now. He thought he heard gunfire in the distance but was tooexhausted to pay any attention. Cort closed his eyes and waited. Andwaited. And waited. He opened his eyes to find several of Herod’smen standing a few feet from him. Cort frowned.“Well, which one of you is going to shoot me?” Cort demanded angrily.“None of us is gonna shoot you.”Cort blinked in disbelief. First Ellen interfered with his hanging, nowthis.“I don’t understand.”“Well, we ain’t all bad even if we worked for Herod.” Cort frowned.“Only a few of us were trusted by Herod. Most of us had our ownfamilies in town. We did what we were told to keep them alive.”“The gunfire I heard---?”“We killed them. In the end, there were more of us with families than
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