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None of the Aces.
Posted byPosted: May 12, 2015, 8:25am
For the longest time, Jamie was taking deep breaths, recovering from his short trip into the vacuum of space. The time gate that had pulled him out was literally a lifesaver, but even the most prepared people needed time to recover.
He simply listened to Greyman, and talk of Paradoxes until the time portals threw them out once again.
Jamie, being on his hands and knees at the time of the transport, found himself falling from head height. He landed on one of the poker players, sending him flying backwards. There were shouts and curses from him as he scrambled to his feet.
Seven Aces had fallen from the man's sleeve, and the visible edges of even more cards could be seen that hadn't yet fallen.
"Great. Only been here five seconds and already starting a fight." He muttered to himself, and scrambled away just in time for the table to be flung over, and land in front of him. He glanced around to find friendly faces, and saw Cass, who caught his eye and indicated the direction of the door. With a nod, he crawled around the fight, which was quickly escalating from fists, to guns.
Jamie and Cass had made it to within a foot of the door when a gunshot brushed passed Jamie's ear, causing him to dive instinctively the other way, giving the impression of a chivalrous 'pushing the lady out of the way'. It was that bullet flying past them, that hit the sherriff in the forehead.
"You're not getting away that easily!" called a voice behind them. "The Sherriff can't help you now!"
"Get over here." Cass said in a loud whisper, since she had moved further over already, not daring to stand up on the too high-heeled boots. She'd pushed a table over, and was taking cover behind it. Jamie joined her swiftly.
"What did you do?" she asked.
"I think I uncovered a cheat." he replied.
"Well, don't just sit there, get your gun out!" she urged.
Jamie looked confused, but then glanced down at his belt, where a fancy looking revolver hung in a holster. "Huh." He said, and pulled it out. "six shots."
<that'll do for now. anyone else in the saloon?>