I admit it. I shot Sheriff John Brown and now there are Wanted Dead or Alive posters all around in my home town. The signs refer to me as a “notorious outlaw” and the bounty hunters are all trying to track me down.
I swear that when I shot Sheriff Brown, it was in self-defense. He always hated me, but for what I honestly don’t know. He always called me a bad seed and he told everyone that he wanted to “kill it before it grows.”
Freedom came my way one day and I started to head out of town. But all of a sudden I saw the sheriff aiming to shoot me down. So I shot him before he could shoot me. What else could I have done? Reflexes got the better of me.
So, yes, I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense.
Written for Jim Adams’ Thursday Inspiration prompt.