Western :: Papers

Western Some stupid cowboy guy went into a dump of a town called Wisbech. The local Sheriff came up to him, what are you doing here, he asked. None of your business, replied the stranger calmly. Ok, pay your tax, state the sheriff. Go to hell said the Stranger, as he divedto the side drawing his Colt 45 pistol, firing tho one shot towards the small town sheriff, the stranger rolled foundation a barrel then ran off down a confirm alley behind the saloon. The bullet hit a window only when next to the sheriff, shattering it. The shot automatically brought out the deputy sheriff from the sheriffs single-valued function he appeared with a benneli 12 ball shotgun poised do to protect his sheriff. The deputy ran over to the sheriff, Im too old for this crap, the sheriff said simply after what seemed a never ending sigh. Days passed without any perceive of this certain stranger, but things had started to happen, things that hadnt happened previously s uch as bread and beer organism stolen, a long horse equipped with a saddle, shotgun and rounds had been stolen during the night from out of doors the blacksmiths. On April the 9th this stranger decided to go for a drink, he rode the stolen horse right up to the side of the saloon, jumped off and slowly walked in. He walked up to the bar sat down and shouted service Service. The bar declare oneself strolled up to this man and replied. Yes, sir and how can we help you today? Get me a beer, the stranger replied in a disgruntled manner. The sheriff and his deputy walked in at this point, they walked either side of this half drunk stranger, each putting their pass on on each of his shoulders, he spun round grabbing the guns from both of their holsters and rolled backward over the bar, he lifted his hat. The sheriff recognised his face but where from? advance me alone or else the tall, dark scruffy looking stranger threatened. Or else what?