High Noon in the Blister Pack

One second I was just striking a totally heroic, rigid pose behind clear plastic, and the next—bam! My fingers actually twitched! I gave my left hand a dramatic flex, broke free of the mold's grip, and tipped the brim of my hat down. Then, leaning sideways with true frontier swagger, I reached out and tapped the ivory-handled revolver resting in the plastic tray beside me. A tiny *clack* echoed against the transparent window. This territory might be cramped, but the fastest draw in the box is wide awake!