Chapter 2:

Wade set his cup down on the bar and said "Leave this here. I'll be back for it soon."

He got up, checked that his pistol was loaded and with a slight stumble to get his balance at first, he began to mosey towards the exit. When he finally reached the swinging doors he looked back in, grinned, and tipping his hat up with his fingertips and calmly said "Back in a flash."

The few other patrons in the bar scurried to the door to watch the duel, but the other members of the 118K gang stayed put, as if this weren't worthy of their attention at all.

About a minute later the sound of a single gunshot could be heard, with the near simultaneous ping of metal being hit by a bullet. And then the sound of scurrying footsteps and a horse riding off.

One of the spectators still standing at the door turned inwards and said "He shot the gun right out of his hand!"

He and the other spectators then stepped back to make room for Wade to re-enter.

Wade reholstered his gun as he strolled back in, sat back in the chair and shot back his whisky. "Today, the 118K Gang stays," he half proclaimed and half muttered. "Gimme another."

Blood and Bitcoin: The Legend of the 118K Gang

Chapter 1:

The sun hung low over the cracked, dusty plain, painting the horizon in streaks of blood red and bitcoin orange. Only the saloon of the small town showed any signs of life, the doors creaking as they swung in the dry breeze.

The 118K Gang was in town, and noone knew how long they would be staying. Some greeted them with joy. Others feared they would linger too long, overstaying their welcome.

They'd come before, and were celebrated at first, but a few townsfolk had grown weary of their presence and thought to summon another gang to replace them.

"You'll miss us when we're gone," shouted their leader at the barkeep as he set his empty glass on the bar, slurring his words from the whisky that he'd be downing all afternoon.

The barkeep refilled the glass and said nothing -- he knew better than to rile up the temper of Wade Stallion with words.

Just then the saloon doors flung open, the silhouetted shape of a tall man standing with there with hands at his hips.

"I think it's time you fellers took to the hills," he said.

"I think it's time you shut yer mouth," Wade shot back. "The 118K Gang doesn't go until I say we go. And I ain't goin' nowhere now."

"My name's Errol Dawgins," said the man in the door as he slowly started to saunter in to the saloon. "I got it on good authority that 135K is imminent, so I says you best be leaving -- imminently if you don't want to end up in the cemetery up yonder."

"You wanna settle this outside?" asked Wade.

Errol barely nodded, but he turned around and walked out, stopping briefly at the exit to look back and indicate he was ready for a showdown.

This guy was so lucky start vlogging on NOSTR.

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Make American Vlog Again

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Beautiful message perfectly delivered. Much much respect.

It thus shows many what others are prepared to stand for.

Bitcoin stands for a lot of things, but only while some bitcoiners stand for each of those things.

Bitcoin reignites hope for humanity.

Bitcoin: Not just a store of value, but a restorer of values.

What I think I love most about the bitcoin movement is how many people find purpose and meaning in finding their particular role within it. It's always something they care deeply about enough to forego everything else for. It's not everyone, of course, but even just seeing a few people, working with passion and integrity on what their calling is, is incredibly inspirational.

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Where can I check it out?

Every boy is throwing his money at her, but it’s gonna take more than that.

This is Bitcoin’s sweet 16 party and she’s got all the boys’ attention.

Bitcoin is the only asset for which there is seller’s remorse.

GM everyone.

A man who finds his calling in something greater than himself, greater than his life, greater than his time, has found a way to experience what is beyond himself, his life, and his time.

I'd like to go to a restaurant with that financial times reporter and split the bill, me offering to leave a tip in bitcoin, and her in human teeth.

For once I'd be seen as much less of the freak.

MUCH LESS.

Excellent, Jeff.