Bounty Roulette

I woke up, tied to a chair.

The bounty hunter loaded a bullet into the pistol, spun the chamber, and cocked the hammer.

He pointed the gun and me and pulled the trigger.

Click.

“How much do you lose if you bring me in dead instead of alive?” I said.

“Ten thousand,” he said.

Click.

“That’s a lot,” I said.

I felt a searing pain in my chest.

And then… the twisting and knotting of my flesh as it healed itself.

He loaded a silver bullet.

But by then, I had already torn the ropes and leapt for his throat.