Laughing while bleeding, stood tall the silhouette in the darkness of the night.

One hand trying worthlessly to keep the blood inside his body, one hand holding a rotten and heavy heart.

What's there to do now? He asked himself, confused, between laughter and gasps.

No horse, no money, no home to return to, just the sound of the blissful scoundrels fleeing.

No need to worry, there's still one bullet left in the barrel.