Yup, that was a tumble weed that blew across my screen. Stubble chined gunslingers slouch against the side of the building trying to avoid the scortching sun. Not a sound is heard. They eye each other warily as a dust devil kicks up some sand. No one moves a hand...but they all know what they're there for. There's gonna be a gun fight. Boss Elmer steps outta the Sheriffs office sweat slickens his forhead. For a moment a bead of sweat is frozen in the sunlight. All eyes are on him. You could cut the tension with a knife. Beside him is deputy Mike and behind is the long nosed slicker Jason with the fast gums, beady eyes scanning the crowd slowly. In the window you can bearly make out the visage of David the shotgun, cold steely eyes unblinking in the sun as he measures every man in the dusty street. Lynn gathers her dress and ducks back in the saloon furtively looking over her shoulder. You know on a day like this in Dry Gulch there's gonna be a gun fight...