Challenge: Historical Fiction - Old West Aug7-14
Length: 200 words

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"Well howdy, Ma'am."

Sarah dropped the saddle slicker she had her teeth in and turned. The stranger wore all black, fading into the dark, even to her cursed eyes. Then the night breeze ruffled his coat and the campfire glinted off a silver star.

"You," she said baring her bloodied fangs.

"Me," he replied.

He stepped into the light, six-shooter languid in his hand, pearl handle just as pristine as she remembered it.

"Should have killed me, Sarah," he said.

"I did," she growled back.

He smiled then, showing off pearly white fangs just as long as hers. He was playing with her.

"So what now, Lover? Gonna preach like a Sin-Buster on Sunday or join the deviltry?"

His smile disappeared like dew in the desert.

"A Texas Ranger don't shunt 'til the work's done. You know that."

"What work? You're for Old Scratch, same as me."

"I might be dancing with the Devil, Sarah, but I'll send all those like me to hell first."

He brought up his gun. She didn't expect the pain when his shot hit her. Bullets were of no mind to vampires.

"Hickory 'n blessed silver," were the words that sent her to eternal fire.

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Original image - Sam Elliot from Tombstone, manip, all mine :)