The ending was a triumph. Old West tradition oozed throughout my being and without a thought I drop the book onto the ground, pulled my pistol from its holster, and shot some rounds into the air. “Yeehaw,” I yelled into the afternoon street. All around panic broke out. It was too late. Sirens bounced off buildings but I could tell they were far off. Fuckin idiot I thought to myself, you’re on the run now.