Life is Short

     When The Cowboy received the news that TTI was closing down for good, he was heartbroken. This was the program that had saved his life from being imprisoned, and possibly killed way back in the west.  He owed his life to the firm, but now it was all going away.
     The Cowboy thought for a long, long time. He just sat in his office staring at his coffee mug. Eventually he decided to go back to where he came from. Back west. He gathered up his meager belongings, said goodbye to his new friends, wished them luck, and left.
     When he was spat back out the Cowboy felt a surge of euphoria and deja-vu. He was in his hometown. It was deserted, of course, because everyone had died of Cholera. He sighed, and his cougar lay down and started to take a nap. The cowboy kicked it and said "Were not done yet my old friend. just a few more stops."
     The next stop was the jail where he was held. He could see it's lights from miles away. When he got there he asked to talk to a specific guard (the same one who had abused him). He told the warden that he had a job offer.
     When he got into a room alone with the guard he drew a Colt 45. and shot him six times. The Cowboy then left him a TTI card and left before anyone knew about it.
     His next stop was the town bank. He got there in just over an hour and walked inside with confidence. He drew his revolvers and robbed it at gunpoint, taking over four hundred dollars.
     On his way out he was shot by a guard he hadn't seen. The force of the bullet knocked him off his feet. He landed heavily on his back. He dropped his guns and the money. As he crawled away he called for his cougar.
     The cougar raced past The Cowboy and charged his attacker, thinking of revenge.
     "NOOO!" screamed the Cowboy.
     The cougar was shot four times, dying instantly. The Cowboy rose with a strength that only comes with rage. With a demonic growl he raced towards the shooter, ignoring the bullets as they tore flesh and ripped bone. Soon he had his hands at the mans throat, squeezing the life out of him. The man with the gun ran out of bullets and dropped the gun. He struggled for a moment, and then died.
     The Cowboy stepped back, and smiled. All those good doings had him out of practice he thought. He then looked down and saw the eight bullet holes in him. He shuddered and fell to the floor, dying before he hit the ground.