[Short Story] - Wild West - part 8 - 5 minute freewrite challenge

It was as if every living and non-living thing tuned in to watch the two most notorious gunslingers measure themselves in a duel.

From James' wooden figurines – mostly oddly shaped ducks that he kept making for a reason unbeknownst to anyone else but him – to corn cobs and bean stalks.

Despite the audience and the high stake, not James, nor Tom even flinched.

Not one drop of sweat was on either's forehead.

Both as calm as if drinking cold cool-aid on a hot summer day, with eyes locked on the handkerchief.

When there were only a few inches left, both of them stretched their fingers one final time.

On contact, both pulled, aimed and fired a single round simultaneously.

Yet none of them fell.

To the surprise of both – and the assumed spectators – the bullets collided mid-air and fell to the ground as one right in the middle of them.

Puzzled and shocked by what had happened, none of them fired a second round. None of them had seen anything like that before.