“I reckon this town ain’t big enough for the both of us.” Black-hat rested his hand on the handle of his holstered gun.
“Ayup. Reckon not.” White-hat moved his hand to his own gun. “What do you figger we do ‘bout it?”
“Main Street. High noon tomorrow. You bring your men. I’ll bring mine. We’ll solve this problem once and for all.”
The middle of the next day, both groups met. They sat down with their respective architects and drew up plans to expand the town.
