Snippet #946365

"Settle down son, just drop what you got there and we might let you go home alive."
An old man with a winchester said. He spat near the hooves of a painted Horse. The horse was ridden by a man olding a liquor bottle.
"He's right boy. Just get off your horse and give me the bottle."
Another man, a portley one stood with his hands on his hips.

"You folks know who I am?" The man on the horse asked. "Name's Elis."

"The Thief for Hire? Looks like you ain't no good boy! Otherwise we wouldn't be standing here."
"I heard he killed three men a few months back."
"Only three? What, you think you're a killer? Killing three? You got not the skills or the guts kid!"
Elis knew they were drunk, the Winchester wasn't even pointed at him.
"Come give us the bottle eh? Mister Killer of three."

The two men didn't even see it, Elis moved, two bangs were heard and some smoke was seen. He tipped his hat to the bodies. "Killer of six."
He turned the horse around and walked towards a house. Inside the window was a dead man, a knife proturded from his chest. Elis put the bottle on the porch and nodded as the abused wife walked up and took it. "Night ma'am."