Snippet #2010521

Bell paid for the rope and a box of cigarrs which he put in a bag just before the all too familiar sound of a gun going off reached his ears. He thanked the cashier and wished him a good day, the man responding with a grunt followed by '' Damn outsiders'' which Bell only waved off with another smile. He stepped out onto the streets again and spotted the good doctor hurrying off to some poor fella lying on the dusty road. He rested his back against the shop's wall and called out.

'' Told you Doc! You didn't need to worry 'bout me!'' He yelled and gave the frantic doctor an evil grin before he began walking down the street again. He wasn't surprised that someone got shot, people tend to shoot rather then talk out here. But that the man was shot point blank in broad daylight cought him off guard. But who was he to judge? Hell who didn't prefer shooting during the day?

The thundering sound of a group of horses yanked the man out from his thoughts and soon he saw the dustcloud at the edge of town. The group of men, looked like miners stopped infront of the place Bell was heading to. The armory. They were lead by someone who looked like a child to Bell untill he came close enough to hear his voice and see his face. The man was clearly angry and he shouted like the ol' devil was poking him in the back. Bell didn't feel like squeezing himself into the big sweaty crowd of miners and decided to wait untill whatever the man had gotten what he wanted. He sat down on a bench not too far from the armory and took a sip from his free whiskey while his eyes gazed over the street and the people on it. The dust began to settle after the miners burst into town and he could see several angry glares at the group of men who had caused such a stir.