Grandma Is Always Right.
Bill fondled Samuel Colt’s equalizer, and smelled steam in the air mixed with gun powder. It was a smell that reminded him of Grandma Dedeaux, telling him that the winner tells the story of the losers.
He clutched the handled when he realized that it would take the pilot two minutes to do the shut down sequence, that would allow him to exit the steam walker.
“Well grandma, you always said this gun was bad luck, but watch this.” He said as he flew threw the air, and placed three perfect shots in the foreleg rivets.
The Machine folded like a gambler with a six of spade, a two of hearts, a jack of clubs, a queen of hearts and a keno card.
The Cock pit of the beast fell at the feet of Bill, and he emptied Samuel Colts ultimate weapon into the windshield, watching blood spray, and saying out loud, “Well Grandma Dedeaux I guess you didn’t know everything, but Aces do beat eights.”
He stopped and reloaded the Eight shot colt pistol, and thought, “Damnit grandma you were right after all.”