"Aye, That's just silly, Eddie. The King would blast you out of your socks before you were halfway to the door. But I bet Will has a plan, don't you, Will?" Asked Sheemie excitedly.
Roland smiled. It was cold and grim, that smile. A gunslinger's smile, full of the anticipation of the kill. "I might at that. All of you, gather around and listen."
The Crimson King was getting impatient. He was also worried. That gunslinger was a trig cove, yes indeed. He and his cursed band had single handedly taken down in about a year what had taken three or four millenniums to set up. Them and their gods-damned Tet corporation. Now there was only one way to complete his goal. Kill yonder gunslinger and take his precious heirlooms. Only then could he open the Tower he was trapped on.
He mentally counted his strengths. He was in an impenetrable tower, With about twenty Sneetches. And he was up against 8 deadly gunslingers. He had to admit, the situation looked grim. Well, Gan, It looks like you may finally have won, but don't think I'm heading to the clearing just yet. The King set about, weaving his webs and setting his trap. As he hurried by one of the windows on the main level, he looked out. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Roland, the last gunslinger out of Gilead, the man who had haunted the Red king's dreams, the man who had quested a thousand years for the Tower, was walking boldly down the path with the priest. His arrogance will cost him dearly, Thought the King as he readied a handful of sneetches.
