Six sentence Sunday/Monday

These are from my reel_startrek fic.

Jim hissed as the man went for his gun. One hand lashed out to grab his opponent’s wrist, while the other hauled his gun from its holster. The sheriff and the deputy over by the door drew theirs as well and Jim stuck his gun forcefully into the cheat’s stomach.

“See,” he turned over the wrist he was grasping and pushed up the man’s coat sleeve.

“I see,” the sheriff agreed looking at the spare cards secreted in the man’s cuffs. “Empty his pockets Jim and all of you share the money.