The smoke has barely settled; the bodies were still warm. The cards were strewn among them, the tables overturned. Five bodies, five six-shooters, five pine boxes full- waiting. The blood and whisky mingle. The dusty floors are stained. Bullets flew, blood was shed, and in four seconds five were dead... Five dead in four seconds. They tried to cheat each other; they had a debt to pay. They drew and opened fire... No one survives this day.