The sun is high in the sky as you stand in the middle of the town square, your hand hovering above the holster at your hip. It’s just you and the other cowboy—who’s doing the same. It's time to settle this. You eye them menacingly, though the glare of the sun blurs your vision. The clock strikes noon. In a flash both pistols are unholstered, both triggers pulled at the same time. And everything goes white…
