Deceitful Deadeye

It was a scorcher. Honestly… it was beyond scorchingly hot. An inescapable dryness seemed to radiate off of the surrounding concrete buildings, amplifying the sun’s intense potency. Wiping the sweat from her brow, Annie cursed under her breath at the fiery ball high in the sky. Unconcerned with her plight, it cast its harsh judgment down from high above; a blisteringly, stern stance that left no room for argument. She despised just how smug it was on its high horse, but nothing could sway its current disposition. Relenting from her stare down with the sun, Annie tried to shrug off her animosity. Soon, its position in the sky would cast little to no shadow and at that time, her own judgment would be delivered.
Regardless of its importance, she felt it hard not to wish for something to disperse this dry heat. If only the sound of distant thunder could echo out and be followed shortly by an invasion of clouds. Then finally… rain, but not just any rain would do. Annie envisioned a particular type of rain. The type of rain that would only need but a second of contact to fully drench anything underneath its deluge. But unfortunately today, there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. No relief would come to wash the heat away.
Interrupting her daydreams, a figure entered into the far end of the alleyway.
“Color me surprised,” Annie exclaimed as she pushed herself away from the wall that she had been leant up against. “Didn't think you’d actually show your face. Though I suppose, I haven’t been proven wrong yet.”
It was an obvious dig at their ego. And yet, more times than not, it worked.
“I ain’t no yellow-belly,” the shadowy figure retorted.
With their hat and overcoat quickly removed, a clear shot of the individual's face became visible enough for her to identify them as a wanted man. Along with it, came another reveal. In drastic contrast to her old six shooter, a shiny, new pistol sat within a fancy holster on their hip.

“You come alone?”
Why did they always ask the same questions? Always worried about a trap and yet...
“Of course, though I see you’ve got yourself a new toy. Such a waste, since… you’re not going to get the chance to pull the trigger.”
“Enough talk,” the man barked, unbuttoning his holster. “Let’s dance.”
A strong breeze swept through the alleyway as the pair squared up and locked eyes. Each held a ready hand just above their holster waiting for the right moment. Slow seconds crept by, as judgment loomed high. Death awaited, ready for whoever fell victim. But, just as the man thought to move, to try and reach first for his holster, his eyes began to strain in the sunlight. Blindingly bright glare threatened his vision. Losing your concentration for a split second in a duel, meant death. No matter how hard he focused, it only seemed to get worse. Was it only affecting him? What was going on? Her gaze was confident and relaxed. It seemed to be only a matter of time before his eyesight gave out. But before his hand could make a move, he blinked.
Annie didn’t hesitate. The gunshot rang out loud, silencing the sounds of the city.
It never felt right, this dirty trick of her own design. It was a trap. A setup. Despite its reputation, there was no honor to be found within this alley. This world didn't favor the honorable. Besides… did they deserve honor, those that broke the law? While they had waited for each other to make a move, the sun continued to rise to a height that aligned with a small array of mirrors attached atop the adjacent buildings; the harsh glare of which no one yet had been able to conquer. No one ever looked up to see them, not when rumorers told you never to look away, lest you lose your life. One of these days though, someone was bound to see through the deception. One day, she would fall. And when that day came, she hoped to at least finally get the rain she so desired, even if it couldn't wash away the stains.