It all started about ten years ago when I was working in the bank. I was working there for about seven years and the bank was never robbed. That day I was wearing a blue top with a white tie. I was wearing small shoes and some gray trousers. It had been awhile since I was back in the bank as I was sick but all that remained was a small cold.
For one moment the whole town went silent. It was like the calm before a storm… BANG! Three tall figures stepped into the bank with guns on their hips. The leader of group stepped forward and pulled out his gun shooting three bullets into the ceiling. “Hit the decks!” screamed the leader. By now he had stepped over to me with his crew dragging behind him.
“How can I help you kind Sir?” I said as I trembled with fear. “STOP YOUR GROVELING AND OPEN THAT SAFE!” he screamed in his western accent. As I walked over to the safe I could hear the innocent people crying. “Hurry up!” he said in a deep voice as I jumped out of my skin.
I opened the safe and they jumped over the desk and grabbed the money from the safe. They threw it into their sacks. “EEECHEW!!!” I sneezed on one of the crew member’s faces. His dirty hands clenched onto my brand new white tie and he pulled me into the air. “STOP YOU STUPID IDIOT. WE’RE ONLY HERE FOR THE MONEY NOT FOR REVENGE. WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!” He dropped me to the ground. I slid to the corner of the desk as they jumped over it and out the door.
I sat there in relief that they had gone. One of the people shouted, “Quickly they’re getting away.” I jumped up onto my feet and out the door I went. I roared, “Sheriff, Sheriff!” and I ran into the sheriff‘s office. “The bank has been robbed, the bank has been robbed!” I shouted catching my breath. His chair was turned around facing the window at the other side of the room.
The chair slowly turned around and two men walked in the room behind me. I just remembered that the sheriff was out of town. It was the robbers sitting face to face with me. “You have no right to sit in that chair,” I said in an angry voice. I started running at him but the two men grabbed onto my arms allowing me to go no further. “HELP, HELP!!!” I screamed. “They’re not going to come silly, you’re just the man behind the till”. Then I heard a voice calling from outside the sheriff’s office.
“SHOW DOWN, SHOW DOWN” the person bellowed, then another few people started joining in until the whole town was screaming, “SHOW DOWN SHOW DOWN!”. “Why don’t we?” said the leader of the group. “OK,” I agreed being all brave. We walked to the centre of the town. A nice woman handed him the gun. I strapped the holster around my waist and we stood back to back. We both took our first step, then our second and then our third up until our ninth step then ten. I quickly turned around. He shot his bullet diagonally into the air. My finger pulled the trigger as hard as it could and the gun went off! My aim wasn’t very good but I just about skint his leg and he was lying in pain screaming. I couldn’t believe it! I had won my first and only show down.
We arrested the leader and he went to jail. The sheriff got back and the next day I got awarded the bravest man. I then retired, got married and had three children and they all loved listening to my tale of being a hero.