Wild Wild West

The doors slam open. The once bustling saloon is silenced by a lonesome man with an angry grimace. “Which one of you damned fools stole my horse? I hope you know Betsy don’t let just anyone ride her, don’t ya try to sell her you hear me?” The man’s voice was thick with hatred and a strong accent. If you looked him up and down you would see how prepared he is for travel with his bag on his back and bandana covering his mouth. With buff arms and a fully grown mustache, he looked hard to take down in a fight. He was covered in scars and dirt, his boots were dusty and worn down. This ranger looks and acts like a professional. “This ain’t gonna happen again. Texans hate me for what happened in Texas. If I don’t get back my Betsy, I’m gonna have to do what I did in Texas. And you won’t like what I did in Texas.” His threat left his mouth and thickened the tension in the air. Sweat was falling down the perpetrator’s brow-bone, chills running up his spine and he crawled through the back door. The lone ranger waltzed up to the bar and rolled his eyes. “Well now who’s gonna get me a drink? Come on.” The gun in his holster stood out more than the flaps of his hat. It had more weight than ever before, all eyes were weighing it down. Everyone was waiting for him to make a move. The regulars in the bar went to their selected spots. The bartender hopped over the bar, the banjo player went back to slowly picking a tune, and the ladies fawned over their men with their eyes stuck on the lonesome ranger. “I’ll take a double shot, on the rocks.” Two bills were slid across the table. The bartender rushed to the liquors and poured the best drink he could pour. Minutes had passed, but felt like ages. The crowd kept quiet. The only sound was the slow melody of the banjo. Eyes moved sideways as the stranger got out of his seat and headed towards the door. Before he left, the bartender stuttered, “Wh-what happened in Texas?” The lone ranger looked down and the shadow of his hat covered his eyes. The tension in the air was suffocating as he grinned and got ready to speak his words. “I had to walk home.”

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