I strode up the sidewalk to the location I had found earlier.
Glancing through the crowd, I discarded faces until I came to ugly features of my arch enemy.
He quickly turned his grizzled face away from me, but not before I saw fear flicker in his sun-faded grey-blue eyes.
The fight was on.
When the starting gun sounded, I quickly grabbed the Pam from my holster.
The annual Frying-an-egg-on-the-sidewalk contest in Oatman had begun.
The ‘Bad-Egg Outlaw' was going down.
This post is linked to Week 65 of Saturday Centus. There is no word prompt this week, just the picture above and 100 words to tell the tale. To see other offerings just click here.
Oatman, Arizona does feature an Egg Frying contest each July.
I've never entered before.
But 2012 might be the year!