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They're all in love with dying.
The rustic looking yet handsome man enters the ruckus of the salon, drunks cowboys playing cards and badly singing songs are distributed between the tables in the middle. To the right the bartender is constantly serving drinks, no stumbles, sweat glistening in his forehead, he wipes it off with the same dirty rag he uses to cleans the bar top and dry the cups, the patrons don't seen to mind. To the left a stairway leads to the rooms above, one of then is the bartenders, one is the whores, the others are where the patrons are serviced by the girls.
The man goes towards the bar squeezing between the tables, the bartender notices him with a quick look, he serves the last drink and turns towards the stranger.
"Hello, fella. What can i do for you?"
"You? Nothing."
"Then you better get the hella outta here with that attitude."
The stranger backs down.
"Sorry, Sir. What i meant is, the kind of release i need cant be provided by you. "
The stranger smirks.
The bartender laughs.
"Oh, i understand you. Every man needs the company of a good girl at least once in a while, ain't it? What kind of girl do you want? I have brunettes, blondes, redhead, experienced ones, and some who are still getting the hang of the job."
" I'm willing to pay a heavier price for a less used one, the hair doesn't matter."
"Good choice. I have one thats just perfect for you. Lucy. Only been working for 2 week, still tight, as far as i know."
"Perfect, partner. How much?"
"3 Dollars."
"Sounds fair."
The stranger retrievers the money from his pocket and puts it in the bar top, the bartender retrieves it an puts it under.
"Good. Go up the stairway, knock on the first door to the left, ask for Lucy, she'll come out and lead the way."
"Understood."
The stranger turn towards the stairs, but before he can take a step the bartender calls for his attention, he ask:
"Excuse me, but, might i ask you a question?"
"Ask alway."
"How comes a fella as handsome as you needs to come to a place like this? I bet it wouldn't be hard for you to find a girl."
"I'm not much the romantic type, neither i like the responsibility of a relationship. I'd rather just pay for it and keep my freedom."
The bartender looks puzzled, but this expression changes into a smile.
"Alright. Good efyin."
" Thank you."
The stranger walks to the stairs, climbs them, and ends up in a hallway with 8 doors, he knocks on first to the left and says:
" I'm here for Lucy."
After sometime waiting a young woman comes out, 1,66m, long blonde hair, hazel eyes, dressed in a blue dress, with an timid yet assertive expression.
" Follow me, sir."
They walk to the third door to the left, she opens the door and leads the way, he follows closing the door after entering. Its a small room, with a table by the right side of the door, a coat hanger to the left side and a simple bed in the middle against the wall. Lucy sits on the bed and starts undressing. The stranger takes his coat and his hat and puts then in the coat hanger.
"So… you're pretty strapping. It's a really big contrast to the average man who comes here."
"Thanks, people say that, you know. I if may say so myself, I'm ladykiller."
The stranger laughs, Lucy follows him and laughs too. He takes his holster and puts it on the table, takes off his boots and puts by them by the door.
"How would you like it?"
"I wanna keep it simple, the way my Father, praised be him, intended. Missionary."
"Oh, active religious. Really unlike the average man here. Anyways, catholic boy, come here." Lucy says while lying down in bed and opening her legs.
"The man climbs the bed."
The stranger, sitted on the bed, grabs his boots and puts them on. He then proceeds to get up, put on his coat and don his hat.
"Tryin' to keep it fast? You know you have an hour right?"
"What? You liked what i have to offer?
"Just don't seems like you're getting the bang for the buck."
"Trust me, i did."
The man puts his holster on and takes his gun into his hand.
"What you're doing?"
"Sorry, Lucy, nothin' personal. Tell my father i sent a Hi, will ya?"
He quickly lift his gun towards her direction and pulls the trigger. The whore's lifeless body lies on the bed, gushing blood onto the yellowed white sheets.
"Told you I was a lady killer."
Commotion is heard downstairs. The stranger leaves the room, walks down the hallway. Now in plain vision of the staring eyes of the, previously noisy and agitated, bunch, the stranger says in high tone:
"I killed the whore."
The men down bellow all go for their guns, shooting towards the fellow on top of the stairs, to no avail. The stranger slowly walks down the stairs, bullets flying past him, none hitting, some ricocheting into the men down bellow.
He starts to shoot, with perfect accuracy, those who try to run, the brave are made quick work off by the bullets who come back at them, after some seconds the gunfire sounds stop, the men bellow reduced to a pile of still bleeding bodies.
Walking by the hall, towards the bar, blood clinging to his boots soles, the murderer whistles a cheery tune. He then stops and says, while looking at the bar:
"I know you're hiding under there."
From under the bar top, the bartender gets up with a shotgun, pointing it at the man, he presses the trigger, "Click!", the gun doesn't works, he tries again, but to no avail.
"What are you?"
"A god." The man says while walking slowly towards the bar, gun in hand.
The bartender cocks his shotgun, but it's too late.
"There's nothing you can do to me."
He points his gun at the bartender.
"Bang!"
The man sits down on a stool, his gun rusted, his coat discoloured, his boots scratched. He puts down a glass of whiskey, think about, drinks it straight from the bottle. By this time the pile of bodies has already unified into a bleeding and pulsating structure made of flesh, bones and connective tissue, scarlet in color.
The stranger grabs a new gun, some ammo, any spoils he can find. Goes towards the door, turns to look at the thing in the middle of the hall, turn back.
He exits the building and walks into the open desert night.
