Such a shame we have lost so many of our traditions - like gentlemen settling a dispute with pistols at dawn. It's so romantic!
Personally I wouldn't fancy it - all a bit risky with lead flying around, too much of it in your direction if the opponent was a half decent shot. But it is a lovely image.
I used it briefly in Naked Hero - the image, not the actual deed. It is what Marie Clement likes to think is happening when she spots Lee Porter and Scott Taylor having a chat in a hotel lobby. She knows they are rivals for Lewis's favour, and it tickles her that this is how they are going to settle the matter. Here's the snippet...
As Lee was pondering this whilst finishing his coffee, he was observed by two people. The Herald reporter was the less astute of the two, having missed the subtle changes in Lee’s expression, but they were not lost on Marie Clement.
She had been halted in her tracks as she returned from breakfast alone, Chantal having departed earlier for a training session. Marie was intrigued to spot the ‘two men’ in Lewis’s life sitting together, and wondered what was transpiring between them.
‘Pistols at dawn perhaps. How romantic,’ she’d mused.
Curious, Marie had taken a chair at a discrete distance and pretended to busy herself with her notebook. But her attention had never wavered from the potential duellists. She’d waited with baited breath on a glove being produced and struck across a cheek. But honour was not to be violently satisfied - the matter appeared to get resolved amicably. It was only when Scott Taylor
had left the arena that a thirst for blood was finally displayed. Marie had lapped it up, and she wanted more. So once the coast was clear, she brazenly walked over to where Lee Porter was seated and renewed their brief acquaintance.
“Good morning! It’s Mr. Porter, isn’t it? I don’t know if you remember me, we met in Sydney a few weeks ago. I’m Marie Clement.”
Personally I wouldn't fancy it - all a bit risky with lead flying around, too much of it in your direction if the opponent was a half decent shot. But it is a lovely image.
I used it briefly in Naked Hero - the image, not the actual deed. It is what Marie Clement likes to think is happening when she spots Lee Porter and Scott Taylor having a chat in a hotel lobby. She knows they are rivals for Lewis's favour, and it tickles her that this is how they are going to settle the matter. Here's the snippet...
As Lee was pondering this whilst finishing his coffee, he was observed by two people. The Herald reporter was the less astute of the two, having missed the subtle changes in Lee’s expression, but they were not lost on Marie Clement.
She had been halted in her tracks as she returned from breakfast alone, Chantal having departed earlier for a training session. Marie was intrigued to spot the ‘two men’ in Lewis’s life sitting together, and wondered what was transpiring between them.
‘Pistols at dawn perhaps. How romantic,’ she’d mused.
Curious, Marie had taken a chair at a discrete distance and pretended to busy herself with her notebook. But her attention had never wavered from the potential duellists. She’d waited with baited breath on a glove being produced and struck across a cheek. But honour was not to be violently satisfied - the matter appeared to get resolved amicably. It was only when Scott Taylor
had left the arena that a thirst for blood was finally displayed. Marie had lapped it up, and she wanted more. So once the coast was clear, she brazenly walked over to where Lee Porter was seated and renewed their brief acquaintance.
“Good morning! It’s Mr. Porter, isn’t it? I don’t know if you remember me, we met in Sydney a few weeks ago. I’m Marie Clement.”