Billy, the Kid, and I sat in a very small and smoky room; the walls were all covered with a collection of beer cans. Between us there was a table with the solitaire game we had been playing for hours. Which is strange, because solitaire is a game for one person only.
– I’m a legend. Give up – he said.
I got my Colt and shot him in the guts. Billy, the Kid, fell over the table like a bag of old potatoes, spreading the cards everywhere. I blew the smoke off the gun and put it back in the belt.
– Stupid kid – I said, and spit on the floor.
Bernardo Moraes 