#with fangs

(Manual reblog; apparently the OP was getting too many notes or something.)

Happy Halloween!! (aka Nightmare Night) everypony :> Now give me all of your candies or I’ll bite you :>

 “Tomorrow,” snarled Big Jim.  “High noon.  Be there or be yeller.”

The stranger laughed and shook his head.  “I only duel at night,” he countered.  “Meet me tomorrow at sunset.  Unless you’re too yellow to fight in the dark.”

The town bully swaggered and blustered, and in the end he agreed.  

There was a crowd along the streets the next evening.  Big Jim was strutting around in his usual fashion while everyone wondered when the stranger would show up.  When the last glow of light left the rooftops, he stepped out from behind a building like he’d been there the whole time.  

Then he proceeded to win the fastest shoot-out the townsfolk had ever seen.  

It was only a moment after the caller said go that Big Jim was toppling to the dusty street, bleeding from a now-useless shooting arm.  The stranger hadn’t even tried to kill him.

Mysterious and gracious, the man from out of town trotted to his opponent’s side, and hoisted him over his own shoulder to carry off to the doc.  The assembled crowd was surprised by all of this, especially the way the slim feller carried the big man like he weighed no more than a sack of flour.

He kicked the door shut to the doc’s office before even the doc himself was in there, and it took a moment for the doc to open it up and join them.  He told everyone else to keep out.  

He also told them, later after the stranger had left with no witnesses certain which direction he’d taken, that Big Jim had somehow acquired peculiar shrapnel wounds in the neck, and a bit of malaise that would take him a while to recover from.  The doc recommended lots of rest in the sunshine.  

The doc also recommended, quietly to a select few townsfolk, that they start nailing horseshoes above their doors and garlic by their beds.