Snippet #1331943

Ricky sat there and tried his hardest to keep a straight face as the bartender put on the tough woman act for him. The tough ones always scream the loudest he thought to himself. Every time a woman tried to act strong in front of him, Ricky couldn't help but reminded of a barking dog. Yes, they sounded scary and one who knew nothing would be afraid that the dog would attack, but in reality it was the dog that was afraid and only barks to avoid a real conflict. The dogs that people should be afraid of are the dogs that don't even bother to bark a warning. He pulled out his money and placed it on the counter, as he did this he leaned over and began to whisper so only she could hear him. "I want to assume that you have a gun under there." he said as he eyed the counter. "However, I noticed that you always keep you hands busy. That's not good, if someone with...ill intentions were to walk in guns drawn, by the time you react you'll be dead before you blink." He quickly pulled his hand from behind his side of the counter and showed and empty hand. He pointed right at her heart and pulled the invisible trigger.

He gave a small laugh and slammed his hand on the counter. "Well, this was fun!" he said loudly as he started to walk out of the saloon. "Keep that rum on hand, I'll make sure to come back again real soon." he remarked before the door swung behind him. He hopped back on his horse and rode towards the direction of the workers camp.