This week's prompt is Western, the story must be 100 words or less and must contain four of something in keeping with the genre.
Old West Gunfight
The saloon doors swung open and Black Bart swaggered onto the dusty street for the gunfight; he blew a kiss at the dance hall girl as he left. The sheriff was waiting for him in front of the town clock, as dirt swirled among the bouncing tumbleweeds.
The sheriff drew his Colt Peacemaker, Bart his nickel-plated six-guns. Shots rang out, echoed by the clanging clock as it struck the noon hour. The sheriff fell dead, a victorious Bart standing over the body.
The townsfolk rejoiced and made Bart their new sheriff, the man who freed them from corruption.
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Great visual line here --> as dirt swirled among the bouncing tumbleweeds