Literature
Bang
BANG!
The bullet seemed almost suspended in the air between us. I could tell it was moving, but it was just so slow.
Twenty paces between us. Oh God, why did I agree to this?
My pistol was pointed between his eyes.
It's not like we had much choice. Some things could only be settled this way. Like a dispute over who placed their stake in this plot of land first.
The wind was blowing up as the bullet neared my head.
I still had to pull the trigger. Why was it taking so long to pull the trigger?
On the downside, if I lost, my wife and kids would probably starve. On the upside, if I won, I'd get his other plot of land too, and his store.