Shootout At Crow Canyon

Day 100: My photo blog would be incomplete without admitting that I am an immense fan of Star Trek in all its incarnations. Recently, a friend in Daily Shoot offered a challenge, stipulating that both of us would use Trek action figures to fulfill a week's assignments if at all possible. This image represents the mid-point in my portion of the project. The post-processing is detailed in my Flickr photostream, so if you're curious, please feel free to stop by! For now, I hope you enjoy the latest episode:

***Shootout At Crow Canyon***

It was sundown on the Holodeck, and that rascally varmint and bandito Worf had been lootin' Miss Deanna's henhouse again. Why, he'd done got all the last batch of eggs, the ones she was plannin' to take to the orphans down in town so's they wouldn't have to go hungry a-mornin's. Well, I can tell you, she was right fed up, Miss Deanna. She saddled up Old Paint, and now she'd tracked that scoundrel to his hideout in Crow Canyon. Tyin' her horse to a bit of sagebrush, she went on foot through the chaparral, keepin' hid behind tumbleweeds and rocks until his tracks disappeared over one of them hills. She'd hunkered down low to wait her moment, wantin' to see the whites of his eyes afore he spotted her, wantin' to draw a bead on him smack between those big brown eyes o' his and then she'd lay him low. Yep, there he was now. She waited, wantin' him closer and then...BANG! Worf bit the dust, hard as twenty-five pounds o' spuds in a ten-pound gunnybag, his shootin' iron flyin' from his hand. Then out from behind a big rock come Alexander the Kid. Yep, the Kid took his own daddy down for egg-thievin'. Now that's an ornery varmint, that young'un, but a lawful one. Betcha he's gonna make Sheriff somewhere down the line.