What is it that enables one gunfighter to feel the presence of another in a room full of armed cowboys and other people? Can feel the challenge, though none was verbally issued? Not even the gunman, him self can explain it, other than, it’s just a feeling, a quickening going on inside of them, unexplainable. At times, nothing more comes of it, call it a kinship, respect, whatever, but unless they communicate, or one has other business, they go their separate ways without conflict, the age-old dilemma being in effect. The rare ones, those that live by the law, enforce the law, wanting only justice for those in need, are the family men, those able to see no future in the other way of life. Some, however, have to learn about all of this the hard way, if they can live long enough. These are the ones that love their guns, and their ability to use one, the dangerous ones, giving no quarter, and asking none. But when two men with the same talent come together, men with two opposite philosophies, only one, or neither will walk away from it. Unless, Bill Upshur’s, Adage, add-on Comes into effect, making the Gunfighter’s dilemma a working instrument of fate, it’s self. Two men, well, …one man, one boy, totally opposite in every way, but one, their unbelievable ability in the use of firearms, men separated by only a month, and a thousand miles are destined to meet in a struggle of life and death, one that will take only a fraction of a blink of the eye to settle. One that in all certainty will result in both their deaths, but will happen, never the less. But what one lone gunman can actually learn during that month long, thousand mile journey to kill a man, very well could be priceless, one never knows. But a challenge can come in many different forms. Hope you like this one. Thanks, Otis Morphew