Time To Die
Title: TIME TO DIE
Author: stella_pegasi
Character(s): AU John Sheppard
Rating: PG
Word count: 334
Disclaimer: I do not own them, I would have treated them better.
Summary: High noon in a western town.
Written for stargateland Challenge: Multimedia Bingo. Square: Gunfight.
TIME TO DIE
Late morning sun filtered through the shuttered windows of the sheriff's office, casting uneven stripes across the darkened interior. From outside, he could hear the gathering crowd babbling, excitement growing over the expected confrontation at high noon.
What faced him was not of his choosing; he had attempted to settle the dispute through negotiations. Sighing deeply, he chastised himself, the man he was about to face wasn't open to negotiation. He wanted what he wanted; he wanted the land belonging to a small peaceful tribe of Indians living along the river north of town. The tribe had proven to be friends of the small Arizona town, sharing their crops, their hides, and other goods. They had rushed to aid the town's citizens during the spring flood. The tribe had a right to live in the community, and he wasn't going to allow a bully to take that right from them. Nor was he going to allow the deaths of two young Braves, at the bully's hands, go unpunished.
Sheriff John Sheppard glanced at the clock, five minutes until noon; he swung his long legs, which were resting on the edge of the desk, to the floor and stood up. The crowd noise was increasing; he had expected a carnival atmosphere, and he wasn't going to be disappointed. He sauntered across the room and pulled his gun belt off a hook, slinging the belt around his hips, and fastened the buckle. As he bent to tie the thin leather strap around his right thigh, he heard his deputy, Evan Lorne, call through the closed doorway. His adversary had arrived.
A final check of his six-shooter and Sheriff Sheppard headed for the door. As he stepped onto the wooden sidewalk, he saw the tall man, dressed in a long leather coat standing in the center of the dusty main thoroughfare. The townspeople had become silent in anticipation. Adjusting his black Stetson, Sheppard stepped into the glaring noon sunlight. It was time for Acastus Kolya to die.
Author: stella_pegasi
Character(s): AU John Sheppard
Rating: PG
Word count: 334
Disclaimer: I do not own them, I would have treated them better.
Summary: High noon in a western town.
Written for stargateland Challenge: Multimedia Bingo. Square: Gunfight.
TIME TO DIE
Late morning sun filtered through the shuttered windows of the sheriff's office, casting uneven stripes across the darkened interior. From outside, he could hear the gathering crowd babbling, excitement growing over the expected confrontation at high noon.
What faced him was not of his choosing; he had attempted to settle the dispute through negotiations. Sighing deeply, he chastised himself, the man he was about to face wasn't open to negotiation. He wanted what he wanted; he wanted the land belonging to a small peaceful tribe of Indians living along the river north of town. The tribe had proven to be friends of the small Arizona town, sharing their crops, their hides, and other goods. They had rushed to aid the town's citizens during the spring flood. The tribe had a right to live in the community, and he wasn't going to allow a bully to take that right from them. Nor was he going to allow the deaths of two young Braves, at the bully's hands, go unpunished.
Sheriff John Sheppard glanced at the clock, five minutes until noon; he swung his long legs, which were resting on the edge of the desk, to the floor and stood up. The crowd noise was increasing; he had expected a carnival atmosphere, and he wasn't going to be disappointed. He sauntered across the room and pulled his gun belt off a hook, slinging the belt around his hips, and fastened the buckle. As he bent to tie the thin leather strap around his right thigh, he heard his deputy, Evan Lorne, call through the closed doorway. His adversary had arrived.
A final check of his six-shooter and Sheriff Sheppard headed for the door. As he stepped onto the wooden sidewalk, he saw the tall man, dressed in a long leather coat standing in the center of the dusty main thoroughfare. The townspeople had become silent in anticipation. Adjusting his black Stetson, Sheppard stepped into the glaring noon sunlight. It was time for Acastus Kolya to die.