Short Fiction Month #5- Western

With apologies to Clint Eastwood and my husband, who thought he was doing a good thing by making me watch A Fistful of Dollars last night…

His finger tensed. Beads of sweat sparkled on his opponent’s brow in the low sun. Neither would make the next move. The silence was thick and dusty. Quick as a flash, a hand shot out and picked up the queen, slamming it down by his king.

‘Checkmate.’

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