Mad Cowboys and Alien FucktardsChapter 14
I had my eyes closed and fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of my six shooter. I fought hard to keep my nerves and breathing under control, while waiting anxiously, under the chuck wagon, for the inevitable battle to begin. Gunfire would signal my entrance into a series of events that would not only affect my life, but also the lives of my brothers. If I played it right we might actually survive this, but if I didn’t, or some dumb fucking luck befell me ... well the three of us would...