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![]() ![]() On a cue known only to the gunfighters - except for the clock striking 12 - hands slap leather and shots ring out. The camera cuts between their faces (and eyes), their twitching fingers, the faces of the frightened crowd, and of the combatants framed by the opponent's legs. ![]() The Hero (or Anti-Hero with No Name Given and a Badass Longcoat) and the Big Bad stand at opposite ends of the street, hands hovering over their holsters. note Ironically, this most iconic of Western tunes was NOT the one accompanying the final showdown. note At high noon the sun isn't in either person's eyes, thus leveling the playing field. The Time: The instant the clock strikes high noon. Bonus points if one hat is black, one hat is white, and at least one tumbleweed goes by. The Players: Two gunmen, almost Always Male, are approaching from opposite ends of the road, complete with holsters and fully loaded six-shooters. The Place: In the middle of an empty, dusty road outside a saloon or other structure. ![]()
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