At that moment I heard the bullet speed past the right side of my head and my hand dropped to my pistol and before he could pull the trigger for a second attempt I had my gun drawn and pointed at his head and I could see he was a bit surprised that he had missed.
“You missed stranger now get to your knees” I said with a bit of anger
“No, don’t shoot partner, my gun it’s jammed, I am unarmed!” I could see he was afraid to die but he was not afraid of me. His gun was no more jammed then I was out of bullets but I had him dead to rights and knew it and he knew to keep a cool head.
“You best get up and get out of town before I fit you for a box, you understand me.”
The strange staggered to his feet and started to walk off.
I kept a watchful eye on the stranger and never turning my back on a man that just tried to kill me... I watched him ride on until I saw nothing but the dust kicking up from his horse in the distance. But I know he will be back and the next time we meet one of us will be laid up at boot hill.
As I walked back across town I reflected back on the moments that lead up to this one. The Stranger was a gangly boy with red wild hair and an unshaven face. He was careless in his task to scout out the town and I could tell he was more interested in a fight then scouting. Yep being young will make you feel as though you know better than anyone else what’s best and he was set in his mind that they could take this town without any problems. The stranger was to scout the town so him and a crew of outlaws could come and rob the local bank. I saw the boy was in the saloon and he was jawing with one of the town old timers. The problem with young wild boys is they can’t handle a good drink and his mouth was running like a runaway steam train.
“Mister I don’t see what business that is of yours, you should mind your own cause this don’t concern you.” He shifted in his seat and turned his chair to face me.
“Stranger you are welcome to stay and have a drink but this here town is a peaceful one and we don’t want trouble from any strangers. So if you can’t mind yourself then you should head out of here before the sun sets. “
He looked at me with hate in his eyes and I knew then he would not leave peacefully. I picked up my glass and took down the last bit of whisky and returned the glass to the bar. I glanced at the stranger one last time from the mirror and walked outside headed towards the middle of the road knowing his kind he would not let it go without words or even worst a fight. He followed me and that’s when I heard him say it.
On the count of three, draw Mister!