Michael was impatient to launch himself into the first of the games called ‘Wildwest’. Soon he was striding down the dusty track through the centre of the town. There was a sheriff’ badge pinned to his shirt. When he entered a saloon everyone glared at him. He ordered for a glass of ‘Sarsaparilla’. Soon he saw BlackEyed Jed, the best * shooter in the west. He challenged Michael who was playing the role of a sheriff. He was threatened to come out.
