Sheriff launched a cannon ball from his arm. The ball hit on the dune and made it explode.
Gonzalez and his men started falling on the ground along with sand as if it was raining humans. Sheriff started to shoot those falling men.
He got some and missed some.
Those who did not move after hitting the floor were dead. To his dismay, Gonzalez was still alive.
The poor sparrow flew in air with red sand.
Gonzalez started shooting at Sheriff. Sheriff’s bullets were showing very little effect on him. There were just bruises on Gonzalez’s body which barely bled, whereas Sheriff was turning into a red mess.
Soon it turned into a gun – fight where the person standing last was going to be victorious and alive. Exhausted Sheriff launched another cannonball. It seemed to have much effect on Gonzalez because its force took him off the ground with it.
Meanwhile, Sheriff kept killing Gonzalez’s gangsters.
Roderick, who was doing nothing other than watching, was struggling to see the captive who had brought him here.
Where did he go?
“Sheriff!” Roderick screamed, “Don’t fight Gonzalez like this. Your bullets are just making him bleed lightly.”
“I’ll make him dead soon.” Weak Sheriff answered, “He’s injured already.”
He had no faith in Sheriff now. Perhaps he would be able to kill Gonzalez with more hundred bullets, but about twenty gunshots were going to kill Sheriff.
Taking some liberty with his power, he rewinded the time by two minutes.
Or I could have made it rain to make gunpowder wet.
Gonzalez lay dead on the ground. Roderick was delighted to see the sight.
My work is done here. He wondered where he was going to sleep. But the sight of the dead Sheriff froze him.
He could not let him leave dead like this.
Roderick panicked and rewinded the time by one minute.
Now Sheriff and Gonzalez were alive. Gonzalez looked to be dominating.
Roderick took out his gun and aimed at Gonzalez’s hand. He pressed the trigger, and the bullet went through Gonzalez’s hand.
