(Introduction)

"In 1950s Millennium City, a town that's recently had a spree of crime. However, the townspeople can fight for peace. If they won't, I will. I am Jetstream, Millennium City Marshall."

(Story)

One morning, Jetstream, partaking in her morning coffee, along with her deputy, Dan McKay, are enjoying a bright, shiny day.

"You know, Dan, mornings like this really can make the job more pleasurable."

"You're right, Jetstream. It is good when you get a chance to take a break. With a Marshall and Deputy, the job is not very lenient."

"That's true, but I can't get too comfortable. I'm liable to be too lazy. I'll get some air."

"Alright, Jetstream".

Minutes later, Jetstream and Dan are confronted by a young man. He sets his sights on Jetstream.

"I heard of you, Marshall. Do you by any chance, remember a man named Tobin: James Tobin?"

"Yes. I remember that name. Who are you?"

"I'm his younger brother, Clint Tobin, and I've decided I'm going to kill you."

"I'm sorry about your brother, but he left me no other alternative. He was out of control and needed to be stopped."

"And now, Marshall, I'll stop YOU."

"Let me ask you something, boy. Have you ever fired a gun to kill?"

"N-no, but I'll practice until I'm fast enough to shoot you down."

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"That's my point, Clint. If you managed to become fast on the draw in a gunfight, it becomes an addiction. You see, a gunfighter takes a risk every day because along with the title of gunfighter comes a reputation: A reputation that will always be challenged. Once you're there, someone will always want to steal a quick reputation by eliminating the fastest. Is that what you want? To be a target?"

"I'll be the fastest. Yeah, I'll be the fastest gun ever!!"

"Okay, Clint, your first lesson begins now. Mount up!"

"Where are you taking me?"

"I'm taking you to a deserted area to give you your first lesson."

After taking Clint for a little ride, Jetstream decides to teach him the basics of quick-drawing. As they begin the first lesson, Jetstream uses a step by step approach in her lesson.

"Alright, first thing is that becoming a fast gun is not just a matter of quickly drawing your gun from the holster. It's also a matter of precision and maneuvering your wits. You have to train yourself so that it's not just a reflex, but also a skill. Watch me."

Jetstream demonstrates a sample quick draw.

"When you go for your gun, you must be steady and smooth. Don't hesitate. It must become an instinct."

"Wow, Marshall. That was pretty impressive shooting."

"Now, remember what I told you and try it out."

After some attempts, Clint showed promise.

"You learn pretty quick, Clint, and after just a couple attempts."

"What is your gain, Marshall? Why are you doing this for me?"

"Well let's say I want you at full strength when we have our showdown."

The two continued the lesson throughout the morning.

"What do you say we take a break, Clint?"

"Sure."

After a long needed break, Jetstream decides to call it a day.

"We will continue tomorrow. I have to go back to Millennium City. Will you be okay on your own until then?"

"Don't you worry about me, Marshall. I promise I'll be a different man by tomorrow evening. I'm gonna keep practicing."

The next morning, Jetstream starts to regret teaching the young man the skill of quick-drawing.

"You know, Dan, the truth is I went into his first lesson kinda cocky, but the thing is, I really don't know if I made the right choice, teaching him to be a gunfighter. If he goes through with it, he'll get killed. I'm a fool, showing him the wrong lifestyle."

"You weren't teaching him to be a gunfighter, you were trying to teach him the drawbacks of being a gunfighter. Quite the contrary, Jetstream, I don't think you have to worry too much. He's got a good heart behind that tough exterior."

"I don't know, Dan, I-"

"MARSHALL!!!"

"CLINT!!"

"I came for our showdown. I kept my promise. I'm much faster than I was yesterday morning."

"I don't suppose I could encourage you to forget this?"

"I say not, Marshall. After all our hard work? It ends here. Today."

"Alright, Clint. Let's do this."

Clint draws on Jetstream, but couldn't fire.

"Y-you didn't draw. Why?

"I took a chance. I guess Dan was right. I felt intense guilt for showing you quick drawing. I was worried you would get killed wanting to be a fast gunfighter. You're a rare one, Clint. It takes a special man to fight a temptation like that. What you did was more than any gunslinger I know could have done. I'm proud of you, Clint."

"I guess it was because deep inside I knew you were right about my brother. When I first got the news of his death, I forgotten how maniacal he was. He never really cared for me. You know, I guess you're right, Marshall, I-I just couldn't do it. I'm sorry I tried."

"You have nothing to apologize for, Clint. I was out of line for insulting your brother. I didn't want it to be that way. I hope you can forgive me."

"Well....if you wanna make it up to me, how about a drink....when I'm old enough, that is."

"It's a deal."

("That is a story in the life of a female Marshall. Until next time, everyone.")