The men gathered around the cowboy, and their killing intent lit up the dark Edo night.
The cowboy was jabbering on, in some tongue that only lent the makeshift samurais the courage they needed to draw.
They were all the type of dilettante samurai, that anyone who could afford two swords and a kimono, could be. The cowboy wore a sword and two pistols.
“Draw” Yelled the most experienced of the killers.
Even though the drunk cowboy spoke no japanese, he knew ‘hadji may’ meant business.
Five Samurai drew their sword while one man drew a Confederate scabbard, and ran three Edo Samurai threw.
He had a gun.
Why didn’t he just shoot them?
Why didn’t he stab three and shoot two?
Any of those equations would have kept me from being an outlaw.
The next second changed my life forever, he filled three men with steel and I sped to his side while decapitating two others.
“Dang, Hand, I never thought I’d eva see you agin’”
I had no idea what he said but I replied, “Who knew I would see you again?”