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Cold, frosty blizzard was howling around and white whirlwinds was scampering up and down on the hills and the valleys, bringing fresh morn air to the wastelands. It was the first winter frost. Soon all the lands out here would be covered in white fluffy snow. But now he have still got some time. The most stubborn birds were still flying in the air and greeting the rise of red sun. Single air gust has filled his lungs with fresh air. Lone silhouette was crossing cold dry lands. The steel beneath his sheath was as cold, as his glance, that was running along the road in pursuit of the wind and the fading stars in the sky. He haven't stopped for about a couple of hours, unstoppably moving ahead through blizzard, to the smokes near horison. His grim, dry endeavor could have been observed by the single look at his figure, covered in a black cloak. The chains, attached to his clothes was bringing death. Several sabers and pistols was jingling in the sheath in his every step, so he was aproaching little hamlet with the sound of morbid.

Less then a hour after he have found a settlement, he was already in there. Few clumsy huts was made from a rotten wood, a little chapel and a house with a proud "Bar" sign were greeting him with theirs crooked look. The lone figure headed towars the inn. The door have opened with loud creaking by his hand and so he has appeared on the doorway. A cold blizzard outside was thrusting him to come inside and so he did. At the bar counter was standing fat sleazy man with a big unshaved spheric face. He glazed to the newcomer with a two or three another pairs of eyes that have belonged to few other humans in the bar. A black cloaked man hastened to close the door.

- What a bloody blizzard out there, - yelled the barman, uprising his head to see the newcomer better in the hazy dark. His yellow teeth was crooked so the words were barely picky. - Come here ya traveler 'n take some drink.

The wayfarer come closer to the innkeeper with ringing and jingling of his firearms.

- What a grumpy grimmy face got ya, - muttered barman. - You shoulda drink a lil' glass of rum and it would be better. Just say to me, how many bullets ya got and i'll tell you how much rum ya can drink.

- Sorry, but i need every single bullet that i have, - wheezed the man in a cloak. His voice was gravely low and husky like the dead man's howl. A black hat has covered his eyes and only mouth hidden in a short but thick beard was seen to be opened for a words speech.

Face of an innkeeper has grimaced in spite. His eyebrows has dropped to his eyes and the cheeks have pouted in anger.

- Than what need ya, lousy traveler? - asked barman.

A man in cloak have putted his hand in the pocket and took out a little dirty sheet of paper, a bounty poster and a kill warrant in one. An ugly old man face was scribbled on it by cheap inks and the name of that grimmy bastard have been written too. Eyegore.

- I need this man. All information that you know about him, - said a figure in cloak.

A barman was confused as a hamster that have been found himself in a trap. His eyes seemed to pop out of his socket's, they have started shining like with horror and anger.

- So ya think that i, - he shouted this words to the face of a stranger, spattering saliva. - Am hiding here a bloody outlaw?

- I have not sayed that, - uttered a silhouette. - Calm down pal.

The innkeeper still glanced at the stranger with fear, but through a couple of seconds his fright slowly started to fly away. His eyes, full of blood hastly runned on a silhouette, and arms was tapping nervously on something under the counter.

- Well, - barked the fat man. - If ya wanna know only 'bout this bastard here we go.

A greasy tongue of an innkeeper have crawled out of his mouth like a fat meaty leech and licked his massive lips around in a nervous manner.

- I've seen a buddy like Eyegore some days before, - the interlocutor looked around timidly. - A lone figure crawled down to the East in the wastelands.

- Continue, - a bounty hunter asked.

- Jesus Christ i dunno anything more! Imma simple man don't ya see, - grunted barman and crossed his hands. The conversation was surely annoying for him.

- Hey you, - grim silhouette heard somebody's lisping voice from behind. Only a man that have burned out all his throat by whiskey and yelling could sound like that. The bounty hunter turned slowly with the jingle of his guns. A skinny man was aproaching him wobbling on his right leg. - You think you can got here and start to bully us like that?

A speaking man have aproached to the light, so the bounty hunter could see his bony unshaved face. He has little blue eyes that seemed never to smile or shine from the sun. This man has got a look of a rat, but still he had enough bravery to stand upright in front of grim human hunter. A ratman aproached nearly to the newcomer, he was a head shorter than the stranger.

- You've came to our place without a single crumb of a respect and you ask us for a favor, - the bony man's eyebrows rose. He stood still for a couple of seconds and seemed to punch a disturber but then suddenly continiued. - Well here you are, dear dog of law. I know where the Eyegore is. He has gone to the East Wastelands so come there you too. And i really hope that you would die there among the snowy stones.

A raging silence started to devour the inn, but then the stranger opened his mouth again.

- I would have been thankful for your words pal, - gasped bounty hunter. - but i have come here from the East Wastelands. They are my home.

The barman yelled again.

- How could it be?! - a hunter have heards a sounds of a human's hands, slithering metal. - You liar!

The stranger had no need to look to the innkeeper to know that he is holding a double barelled shotgun and that the ratman's hand in pocket of his trousers pulling a hammer of his pistol back. A single second full of pistol cracking has disappeared, and then the gunfight has begun.

A lone traveler knew that it would end like that from the very beginning. He was hunting for Eyegore long time and now could not lose. His cloak has jumped to the air, the pistols and sabers suddenly freed themselves from the chains and aimed enemies of the bounty hunter. Bunches of tentacles have pulled the triggers like one and all the pistols fired, and theirs muzzles spattered clouds of powder smoke. Big revolvers have found all their targets, the ratman have fallen already dead the barman have cought a dozen of bullets straightly in his stomach. The inn fullfilled by shouts of wounded man, but the hunter had no time to finish his suffering. Guns have turned to other shadows, lurking in the dark. Pistol hammers clacked again and the gunshots rained, lighting up all the people, that was still alive. On the second flor somebody's steps were heard, so some of revolvers turned upwards. The barman still yelled, so one of the guns have fired a bullet between his eyes. After that silence came. And only slow steps upwards were heard. Dark-red blood was spoiling all around the inn, corpses full of crismon holes, made by a hunter guns was laying on the flor. The footsteps aproached. And then the hunter saw him. Old man whom face was streaked by grey scars standed on the stairs armless armless and white haired. 

- So you have come, - said the Eyegore. 

- Yes, - answered bounty hunter.

- What an ugly son of a bi... - muttered Eyegore, but then the revolver fired and the Eyegore fallen already dead. 

The hunter aproached in silence. He've made a single cut by his sabre and Eyegore's head separated from his body. The hunter have taken it by the hair and walked outdors. The crismon sun already rose. The blizzard ended. The head of Eyegore stopped to bleed.