The pistol was cocked, ready to go. Aiming at the highway man was easy, pulling the trigger was the problem. I couldn...

The pistol was cocked, ready to go. “Your turn” she said, as my hands trembled in fear. Why was I here? Who was she? ...

The pistol was cocked, ready to go. I was going to show him. I was angry, no, furious. He cut me off! In this city, t...