“Cantrece™
the gunslinger,” said the stranger, holding out his hand. “And if you don’t
mind me asking, what’s your corporate affiliation, pardner? You don’t
have to answer―this is the new land, we all are free here.”
“I was a catalog logo,” said the saint, “...for a liturgical raiment consortium―Bold Christian Clothing: ‘Saint Velcro™, Sinner and Saved.’ It was a T-shirt. ‘Saved’ was on the back.”
“Mighty toothsome wordsmithing,” said Cantrece™ the gunslinger, as he whipped a large caliber pistol from his belt and fired it into the air. There was a heart-rending screech as of a martyr’s soul being ravaged on the rack and a white swan fell dead at their feet. The White Rock nymph fluttered to the swan and kissed it, weeping. Cantrece™ kicked the fire into full flame as he sharpened a willow skewer with a Bowie knife. “Hard travelin’ demands roast swan,” said the gunslinger.
In the December 2011 Nautilus Engine Ron Warren, editor.
