I am a shooter. My revolvers are always loaded and polished. Respectable citizens name dogs after me. My horse tormented me with his nagging. My friends know that I won't leave them. My enemies know that I will not give up the fight. I can be dressed in the best suit from an English tailor and placed behind glass in a display case as an example of a real man. My dream is to settle down somewhere in solitude, build a ranch and live in silence and peace... But for some reason troubles find me even where they shouldn’t exist in principle. Author’s notes: The ending of the story differs from the versions published on pirated websites websites.