“Dodge City. High noon.

The bell on the clock tower struck at the same moment the shots began to fly. Helmut Wulf had brought a Gatling gun to a showdown and was determined to rain terror in the streets of Dodge. Sheriff Pat Garrett was having none of it on this day, however, and cut Helmut Wulf down in a hail of bullets.

Garrett marched through the streets, nonchalantly pistol whipping Qwdsxxsef and leaving him nursing a broken neck. Loobo1 went for his sidearm as well, but Garrett beat him to the draw and gave him a belly full of lead, leaving him slumped lifeless against the hitching post.

Holstering his Colt peacemaker, Garrett walked back towards the saloon. He caught Berseker1 with a left hook to the ribs and left him gasping for breath, then ordered a shot of whiskey to take the edge off.

As the dust settled and the town returned to normal, Pat Garrett knew Dodge City would be safe for another day.”