Howdy

The night was lit up by fireworks in the sky, the stillness of the desert air broken by the cheering crowd. I stepped out from under an awning and into the dirt road that ran along the center of town, nearly filled with people watching the show. The fourth of July. Seems like a good party, but I felt myself drawn to a two story building across the street.
I never dreamed of the old west before, in spite of the John Wayne movies I've seen as a kid. It never really appealed to me as a setting. But here I was. Moseying. I walked into the building and a bearded man beckoned me over to the counter. I cringed as the jingling of spurs met my ears, and when I got to the counter he tossed me a paper.
He told me a shipment of diamonds was carried off of a train last week, and that there were some suspicious characters that had checked out a room upstairs. He didn't want any trouble, but the reward money would more than pay for any damages, and he would be willing to split it. Generous of him, since I was the one doing the work. I got the feeling I worked there. I didn't realize they had hotel detectives back in those days, but it seemed that was the job.
He gave me the spare key to the room and I set down the paper before starting up the stairs. The explosions outside were muted to a quiet pop in the corridor. Reaching down, I couldn't find a six-gun, and was confused for a moment until I reached behind my back to feel the long bone handle of a bowie knife. I drew it from my belt, revealing a broad blade with a clip point. That'll do.
I held it in a reverse grip with my right hand, using my left to unlock the door. The key clicked loudly in the lock, and I paused a moment. I didn't hear any movement inside. I turned the knob and pushed, standing aside in case of a shot. Nothing. Very carefully, I eased my head around the frame.
Two large beds occupied the center of the room, both unmade, and one a bloody mess with a large man lying atop it. He had several holes in him, and tears in his clothing. He put up a fight, but the blade that killed him didn't seem to have an edge. An icepick, perhaps? He bled out more from the wound on his neck, most likely having his carotid artery punctured. A hard shot with a slim blade like that.
Next to the bed was a short dresser with a large jewelry box sitting atop it. All it's drawers were open, some were missing, and scattered all around were gems of various shapes, shades, and sizes. But no diamonds.
Guess I spoke too soon. In the dim lamplight, a glimmer from the corner by the window caught my eye. It was a small one, but looked real enough. Even if I don't catch the rest of the gang, it could be worth something. I tucked it into my hat and looked over to the window. A boot imprint was visible on the sill, and down below was a long awning that looked to be the roof of the stables. So that's how they got away.
Climbing out the window, I jumped down from the roof of the stables. The flashes from the fireworks overhead caused shadows to dance along the ground, illuminating the hoof prints of their horses. The smoke dissipated further along their trail, the stars and moon overhead would light the way. Sheathing my knife, I saddled the nearest horse and rode after them.
It didn't take long to track them down. There was an abandoned homestead not far from town, and they seemed to have stopped there for the night. I hitched my horse to a tree behind a hill and reconnoitered. One lookout, with a cigarette in his face, and a rifle slung across his back. Piece of cake.
I snuck around from the far side of the house, being careful when passing under the window. Drawing my knife, I cut a piece of rope from a length that was lying on the ground and wrapped it around my left fist, leaving a length dangling. With my knife back in it's sheathe, I took off my hat for a peak around the corner. His back was turned. I ran up, whipping the rope around his throat and pulling tight, garroting him. Though the rope was taught around his neck, he flailed wildly. I managed to cut off enough of his air for him to pass out, but the commotion probably alerted those inside. I'm out of time.
Bursting through the door, I had my knife in hand, and assessed the situation right away. I had four guns pointed at me from four corners of the room. I jumped through the window in front of me just as they went off. Getting back to my feet, I took a peek back inside. That's four of them down. I wonder if the reward needed them back alive.
A shadow from behind had me jump aside, leaving me with just a slash in my arm rather than my neck. He had on a black vest, a black hat, and a large machete with my blood on it. I lifted the brim of my hat using the tip of my blade and spun it back into a reverse grip. He made the first swing. I parried with my blade and turned, using my other hand to catch his head and throw him into the broken window. He didn't go all the way through, hanging over the edge of the sill. And as he came back up, bits of broken glass clung to him. His blade changed hands, and he reached down for his gun. I spun my knife around, readying it for a throw.
When I got up, I had a pain in my neck and a splitting headache. The sun was shining through my windows, and as I reached over for my glasses, I wondered what brought that dream on. And whether or not I had won my quick draw duel.