I Do Not Own Skip Beat

No Country for Half-Breed Men

On the open wilderness surrounding the town of Monitor, where jack rabbits bound amongst the tumbleweeds, a fearsome crew sits lazily around their fire.

"Come on Boss, I ha'n't shoot nobody in forever! Let's just go on in, guns a'blazing, y'know, like before when we was something to fear."

The 'boss' sat still and with a deep, disappointed sigh, he said in an even deeper voice, "Haven't, you haven't shot anybody."

The other man smiled a grin much like a fence missing posts. "That's what I mbeen saying."

The higher ranked outlaw just placed a well kept hand on his forehead and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "We go into town at dawn. We're visiting Kitty in the morning."

A cry of excitement and general hooting came from the two men with him, but he just kept nursing the headache.