Bet Your Life?
The cylinder stops spinning, I put the one full chamber out of my mind, concentrating only on the 5 empty ones.
I put the Barrel to my left temple, count to 3 and squeeze, click. It’s so loud that for a second I think it’s an explosion, think a bullet is on it’s way into my skull. I concentrate on keeping my hand from shaking as I put the gun back on the table.
Frank picks up the gun, he spins the cylinder, 1 in 6, I think, 1 in 6 that he’ll be dead and I’ll be free, 1 in 6. It’s not that unlikely is it? He put the barrel in his mouth, ever the showman, click. Damn.
He hands me the gun, I spin the cylinder and snap it back into place. I point it at Frank, “Now, I might have to shoot this 5 times before I get you, but I will get you. We both know you’ve got another gun, and we both know I’ll be able to fire mine 3 times, maybe 4, before you fire yours.”
He pushes himself away from the table ,click. He stands up, click. He reaches into his holster, click. He frees the pistol from the holster…