The Gunfight

By J.C. Hulsey

Even if he is, there's always tomorrow. Yes, there's always tomorrow. And yesterday. And the nights with the same dreams. Dead men's faces taunting me. Always taunting me. There was an old gunfighter told me one time, "the only way to stop the dreams is to let your opponent win. It's a guaranteed cure. No more dreams."
"Sounds too final for me," I told him."I'll just keep having the dreams."

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.C. Hulsey Books
• Release date: Apr 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223030355

J.C. Hulsey

I really can't explain how or why I write. It's like an explosion in my brain and the words come flowing out like a raging river and then other times like a frozen glazier. I wrote a twenty-eight page booklet of poetry over the course of two days and nights. I mention nights because as soon as my head hits the pillow, it's like a switch goes off in my brain and I have to write. J.C. Hulsey J.C. Hulsey has lived in Midlothian, Texas for thirty years. He's a father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. He has been married for 56 years. He enjoys Western movies and TV Shows, (especially the older ones) and reading about Mail-Order Brides. He is also the owner of six cats (all stray cats, showed up on the back porch) and one dog (rescue dog) He worked for 33 years at Bell Helicopter. He served in the USAF for five years, and the Air National Guard for four years. He has always wanted to be an author. He started writing songs in his early twenties. He recorded a couple of songs in the late 1960s. He started writing poetry in the 1970s to share with others. He self-published them on Amazon in 2013. He still felt the need to write something different. He tried writing a book in the 1970s, but it was never finished. In 2014, he felt the urge to write a western novel. However, he needed something different than what was on the market. What about a young Christian Gunfighter? He now has 44 books on Amazon.com

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Acknowledgment

Davis W. Morgan

My Dentist

102 S Main St

Midlothian, TX 76065

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What time is it? I asked Bart Jardain. 

Bart has been my friend since we were very young. Ten minutes later than the last time you asked, he answered. 

What time? I asked again angrily. 

He pulled his watch from his shirt pocket, glanced at it, then put it back, It’s quarter to three. Don’t worry, he’ll be there.

That’s what’s got me worried, wiping my hand across my face. I’m hoping he’ll back out.

Not a chance, after the things you said to him. I tried to tell you not to call him out, but you thought he would back down. Well. He didn’t.

This whole thing is blown all out of proportion. He’s just a kid. I don’t want to kill a young kid like him. It’ll hurt my reputation. But, if I don’t brace him, that’ll also hurt my reputation. I’m between a rock and a hard place and I put myself there.

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