Squinting up at the relentless sun, saddle weary gunfighter, Gus Baxter ,rides his horse slow and steady over a dusty, rocky trail.
A short distance from Gus, hiding in an outcropping of large rocks and boulders, waits Jed Haskell, a half crazy young squirt with a sick obsession.
As Jed watches Gus from the cover of the rocks, Gus pulls his horse to a stop, removes his hat, wipes his sweaty forehead with his sleeved arm, puts his hat back on, then picks up his canteen to take a swig of water. As he does, Jed quietly slides his gun out of it's holster and with a twisted smile, takes aim and squeezes the trigger.
A loud report and a puff of smoke sends a bullet tearing through Gus Baxter's right arm. Gus winces and cries out in pain as his horse leaps up and bolts forward. Gus slumps over his saddle as he spurs his horse to a hard run.
As a wounded Gus Baxter rides away, Jed holsters his gun and lets go a snide chuckle as he pulls a thin cigar out of his shirt pocket, then a match. He chomps down on the cigar with his teeth, then drags the match over the rock until it strikes. Putting the match against his cigar, Jed gives a toothy grin and lets go a demented chuckle.