Jack of Diamonds - Apollo
“The Jack of Diamonds holds eight shots, not six.” I could see one round left in the eight chambers. But, more than that, I noticed by his hand, on the ivory hilt of his Gun, a red diamond with a white letter J in it.
Well it was about this time the guy turned tail and ran. And that boy, he let the guy run preeetty far. He closed the chamber, spun it around until it came to a stop, then fired. Out of the eight, he managed to stop it right on the one loaded chamber, and fire. The bullet hit the guy in the back of the head. He was barely a spec in my eyes at the time, but I saw the red spray out.
The other bandits, well, even if the kid was out of bullets they didn’t want any of that. They all got outta there before I even knew it. And the kid? His left eye started bleeding all of a sudden. Said to himself, or maybe to the Card, “ah, so it’ll be my eye this time, eh? That’s okay, I only need one to aim.” Didn’t even sound like it hurt him, but it looked awful bad.
When we got back to town, he immediately took his money and got an eyepatch. Showed it to me later at the bar, all proud of it or somethin’. Me, I just wanted to stay away from him if I could. I heard he went back south the next day. I was glad, too.
My story finished, along with my third drink. I ordered another while my friend argued with the others about it being true or not. I know what I saw, I don’t care if they believe me. But, I kept talking to myself anyway, for the hell of it, and probably because of the drinks. “Never did catch his name though.”
A man who had been sitting to my left stood up, paid his tab, and turned to walk out. But before he did, he put his hand on my shoulder and said “It was Hector.” I turned to look at him, but he had already gone. But, I could swear… No, I was probably seeing things, but… Did that guy have something over his left eye?