Writer's Block

It was a good day to die.

A few metres away lay the body of Sideways Sam, shot neatly through the heart by Aldernak's bullet. Sadly he'd got his own shot off first, which was why Aldernak was now lying on the ground himself.

He lay in the dust, squinted up at the blazing sun, and waited for death to claim him. Gradually the pain was replaced by numbness, and he closed his eyes to the world.

Suddenly, there was a short sharp pain in his shoulder.
"Get up, you idiot! You're lying on a rock."

Sophie. Why couldn't she let him die in peace? Wait...what was she doing?

A finger pulled one of his eyelids open, and he tried to turn his head away from the sudden light.
"Get off! Let me die in peace, you harpy!"
"Look at this first, dumbass."

She waved his canteen in front of him. There seemed to be a bullet wedged in the centre.

He suddenly felt rather sheepish.

"Ah."
"Now get up! We've got to be in Kansas City by tonight."
"Yes, Sophie."
"And pick up my bags at once! I won't have them lying around like that!"
"Yes, Sophie."

She flounced off towards the stagecoach.

He sighed wearily. Damn canteen...