Snippet #1546122

Shade downed the whiskey in one gulp. Then sighed under his breath. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out ten dollars and placed them on the table. "Keep them coming till that runs out." He said, his eyes scanned everyone in the bar now, quickly and briefly. "I hear tell the son of Wild Bill resides in this town. You know anything about that?" His voice was calm, even. Unreadable, his right hand hung lazily down looking useless but in actuality it was placed carefully so that anyone who tried to shoot him or detain him would soon be met with six deadly shots. Wild Bill, poor old bastard, manged to die before i could kill him. He thought to himself. He thought of his childhood, the farm. The bandits and the training. "Draw your gun from the waste, like this boy. Less your looking to die before you live" He had been told, that amongst many other teachings that had honed him into the gunman he was today. He owed a lot to Wild Bill, and since he was dead. Shade had decided that the son would work all the same. "Never leave a dept unpaid boy" More words of wisdom. Shade noticed int he corner of his eye someone staring at him. Hmmm, what have we here.