John talked Frank down that day, but vowed to himself that never again would he play cards unarmed, and that he would get even with Frank Bishop. The next day John bought a double barrel Derringer.
John glanced around the small room. Everything was ready.
He heard someone step on the boardwalk in front of his shop. He smiled when he heard the jangle of spurs. Frank always wore spurs.
John planted his best smile on his face and went to meet Frank.
Pleasantries were passed; ending with John assuring Frank that there were no hard feelings between them. Frank sat down on the velvet and brocade covered chair and leaned back, asking “This ain’t gonna hurt is it, doc?”
John smiled “No Frank, this isn’t going to hurt a bit. This new gas will put you to sleep. It’s called laughing gas. After you wake up you’ll be laughing. Hell, we’ll all be laughing.”
John covered Frank with a stained sheet, then pulled up a stool and sat. He covered Frank’s mouth with a small cup with a hose attached.