Was clearing out a file cabinet yesterday and came across my first book: the 1978 action classic, The Greatest Gun.
A Man came to the city. He wanted to shoot.
A man came. He shot.
Marshall was getting killed.
The Bad Guy was winning.
The Bad Guy won.
So now you know: I was a member of the Joss Whedon school of storytelling even before there was Joss Whedon school of storytelling.