Poor Fred
Blake took out his revolver and cocked it. He aimed at the target slowly but steadily. He fired the revolver and a deafening roar howled through the canyon. When he looked at the target, no bullet holes were there. However, his trusted donkey, Fred, was dead.
However, his trusted donkey, Fred, was dead. When he looked at the target, no bullet holes were there. He fired the revolver and a deafening roar howled through the canyon. He aimed at the target slowly but steadily. Blake took out his revolver and cocked it.