He took one last drag on his cigarette and snapped it away. Then with that faint, fleeting smile playing about his lips, he faced the firing squad; erect and motionless, proud and disdainful, Walter Mitty the Undefeated, inscrutable to the last, was about to be defeated at last. At least, that’s what he wanted them to think. Walter had an ace up his sleeve and was just getting ready to use it. As the firing squads were getting ready to fire, a bomb went off behind them. “Ah, right on time!” Exclaimed Walter, as his rebel friends who set the bomb off came through the newly made hole in the wall. The firing squad was surrounded by rebels and gave up immediately, Walter rakishly strut past them as he made his way to his brand-new escape route. He took his first step of freedom in two years…

“WALTER WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING,” Exclaimed Walter’s wife, as Walter had started to walk out into the street. A car zoomed past only a foot in front of Walter, as he jumped back out of fright. “You really should be more careful Walter, I don’t know how insolent you would have to be to walk out into the street like that. Now let’s keep going, we still need to pick up some Soda for tonight’s dinner,” said Mrs. Mitty. “Yea, yea. I must’ve just not been looking where I was heading, I’ll work on that,” said Mitty in rebuttal. The two of them made their way to the local supermarket to buy some soda. On the way they passed a movie theater, which was showing a movie about a cowboy in the wild west. “Wouldn’t it be cool to be a sheriff back then?” Walter asked his Wife, “I’m sure it would, now where is that supermarket?” She said dismissively…

                  Walter road through the desert on his horse, Chestnut, the fastest mare in the west. He was after Jesse James and the whole gang, they were robbing a train they had stopped right before his eyes. He caught up to the train and saw Jesse James on the top of the train carrying two bags filled to the brim with crisp green bills, one in each hand. “Why don’t you hop down from there and we can fit you for a pair of cuffs. How ‘bout it?”  said Walter Mitty confidently tapping his Volcanic Colt .44-41

strapped to his belt.  Jesse immediately dropped the bags and went for his gun. Luckily, Mitty was one of the fastest guns in the west. Mitty shot the gun out of Jesse’s hand and motioned for him to get down off the train. Jesse complied being scared enough for his life already. Unfortunately for Mitty, he forgot about the rest of the gang. In his moment of triumph he was too caught up to realize they had already surrounded him with their guns drawn. Mitty, the fastest gun in the west, had been caught…