I walk out and I light a cigar!

"On the ground now!" A voice yells.

I turn. The crow caws. I turn. I see a sheriff. A memory flashes inside my head. He was the investigator. I had him for coffee once or twice. And what did he do twenty years ago? He failed. I want nothing to do with him.

"For what reason?" I ask.

"You have a gun, and you lit the building on fire!" He yells.

"How do you know it was me?" I ask.

"You walking away from the flaming building with a gun and a cigar is a pretty good hint." He yells.

"Twenty years and you're still rushing." I mutter.

"What?" He asks.

"Nothing." I say.

"You better back the fuck up!" He yells.

"Okay, okay, but I'm warning you this will not go well for you." I say backing up.

"Drop the fucking gun." He says. 

"Ughh.... fine." I drop it.

I have no need for it. He looks at me.

"If you're going to shoot me, do it." I say.

Not like you'll be able to kill me. 

"Don't make me." He says.

I grab his gun, and I put it directly to my chest.

"Take the shot. Do it like how you did twenty years ago." I say.

"What? What the fuck are you saying??" He shakes.

Bets on him doing it ya'll. I have high doubts.

"Do it if you're so sure I'm the villain." I say.

"No, no, no. I can't." He sighs.

I hear a horn honk. He turns. I jump onto the wall. It's time I get going. I don't want the entire fucking law over my shoulders.