Gunz! Cowgirls Jessica Alba and Carla Gugino Shoot it Out!

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Who knew the reason for their hatred of each other?

All that the good Christian folk of Silverado knew was that the beautiful Saloon Girl Jessica Alba and the rancher Widower Carla Gugino was going to meet on the dusty stagecoach road outside of town at HIGH NOON!

It was 100 degrees in the shade, and there wasn't any shade. Except under the two six gallon cow-girl hats the two deadly cowgirls wore to keep the glare out of their eyes for the gunfight.

Buzzards circled in the sky. They knew when the streets were empty in town and only two lonely figures approached each other under the blazing sun... death would serve lunch today!

Wearing only black leather thigh-high chaps and boots, with a match black leather diamond studded wonder-bra Jessica Alba cursed under her breath in spanish drawing the hammers back on her two six shooters, sweat rolling down her cherub face, over her slender throat and washing her grapefruit sized bosoms in salty rivulets. Her bare belly and thighs flashed in the sun.

Calm as an undertaker the widower Carla Gugino, dressed identically in black chaps, boots and bullet line gun-belts walked spurs gangling in the oppressive bone dry heat. She wore a black leather bustier on top, her 34-D cup breasts quaking like the California desert with her every step.

Both gorgeous big breasted fighter cats stopped maybe twenty feet apart, hearts hammering in their chests.

Jessica licked her chapped lips with a pink kitten's tongue. Carla sap a wad of thick spit into the dust where it balled up with dust.

Both girls nodded. Carla thumbed back the hammers on her pistols and wiggled her fingers to loosen them, The Spanish girl did the same.

A scorpion crawled out into the road between them. Both girls long eyelashes fluttered. It curled its tail...

Both girls drew!

Carla fired first and Jessica's cowboy hat spun off her head like a wheel off a wagon.

Jessica's echoing shot missed the Italian girl's heart by 12 inches, catching her on the fleshy inner upper arm, tearing a ragged tunnel through the muscle and meat. Shocking red sprays exploded from Carla's upper arm.

Screaming Carla yanked her trigger three times and all three kicked up dust behind Alba as Alba staggered sideways returning fire. One of her shots blasted through Carla's left thigh on the outside, spinning her around - but mid-spin Carla got off a shot that punched through Jessica's her soft tummy just to the right of her navel, squirt intestines out of the side of her back in a spray of thick blood and gore!

Jessica dropped onto her beautiful butt grabbing her pistol in both hands, mouth open screaming, still firing.

Carla fired down at her rival and their bullets slammed home at the same time. Carla's bullet bored a hole through Jessica's right breast, snapped a rib, and spun like an out of control bronco in her right lung, ripping it to mush. Instantly Jessica began puking black arterial blood and froth. Jessica's bullet lanced through her lower belly, spraying bowel and female organ tissue out from between her buttock cheeks.

Now both horribly ruined women sat in on their bottoms in the dirt their life's blood was turning to red mud.

Each snarling girl double pulled their triggers at the same time, roaring and coughing up blood.

Carla's last two bullets exploded in each of Jessica's eye sockets, spraying eye jelly and blowing pink wads of brains back out of her skull. Jessica's last two bullets both slammed through Carla's neck, ripping out the veins on either side of her gullet.

Jessica was slammed onto her back stone dead.

Carla plopped backward, writhing, as if she were a little girl making snow angels.

The vulture dropped onto Carla's chest, talons clawing through her breast tissue, as it puked both eye balls out, flunk 'em up and caught them as they dropped back into its open beak.

Already two more carrion birds had landed on Jessica. they had torn her belly open and were eagerly drawing intestines out of the dead girl and flapping their wings.

The vulture on Carla was hopping just to ride Carla's chest as she arched her back and thrashed her legs. But that soon stopped. And the patient bird wrenched its head back and forth, working Gugino's liver out onto her belly.

Lunch in the Wild West! Served fresh. Farm fresh!

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