A/N: This is my last chapter of this story… I don't know what I am going to do next-make a sequel or just do a new complete story of GUN. Probably Sequel…well enjoy!

Cole's POV

"Damn…God Damn!" I cursed repeatedly to myself as I rode on down to Dodge. The air was hot and humid, the air was dry and slow and the flies buzzed like a wild herd of cattle across the frontier.

I had Port at my side on his horse, {both horses Indian Saddlebreds, black and white} riding along to make sure I am safe.

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When we arrived, Reed showed up just after we did on his armored mare, in front of "Hoodoo's Palace".

"Damn, why is he here, Cole?" Port looked over at me, and I kept my glaze on him: "I don't know but I bet he's after something and I might know what that something is." I explained, full of rage.

"Hyah!" I spurred my horse into a charging gallop; straight up to Reverend Reed I…and I noticed Port turn back around to get help.

"Reed!" I shouted below my breath, as I jumped off my horse, and armed with my rifle. He turned around to glare into my face, and I fired…

"Son of a bitch!" Reed dodged the bullet just in the nick-of-time, and mounted his horse yet again. He had some help surrounding me… so I held tight to my rifle, and dodged behind a building, stirring up dust as I fell. "Damnit…he's not getting away that- "HAH!" I peeked over and heard a strange familiar yell.

"Clay!" it was him and Port, with his henchmen, and Chavez. All on horse back, firing their weapons in the dusty Wild West air. So I appeared from behind the building and fired at Reed's helpers:

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I got shot once in the shoulder and twice in the leg; it was terrifying that I was still going, as my buds were telling me to stop, to give in, but I didn't until…until I fell out!

Jenny was running threw my head like an angry horsefly…I did miss her, but Annie was the one I missed dearly.

"Hum?" I opened my eyes to find everyone I knew surrounding me, as the doctor was finishing up stitching me…another time.

"What?" I raised myself up to get a better look at what I thought, was Ned. Ned White. "Noh!" I grumbled deep in my throat, causing my voice to come out deeper than usual.

Clay snapped me out of it, and I was back to reality; my dark body covered in many stitches, and my head pounding like a sad cowboy playing a broken banjo. "WH-where is she?" I asked, hoping to find her in sight…but no. So I closed my eyes, and cursed wildly inside.

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How can one man loose so much,

How can I live like this…?

…in pain?

I'm wanted;

Dead or Alive!

E/N: Hope you enjoyed it who ever read it