A town named Live

[Galon]

Galon's spurs spun with each step he took, making a distinct clink noise every time his boots hit the ground. He touched the tip of his hat as two ladies walked by. One pretty, one ugly, but being a gentleman is never based on the factors out of one's control. That's what his mother'd always said. Galon felt his gun belt slip down his waist, and he quickly grabbed it and slid it back up. The only belts big enough to fit him back in Pennsylvania had been made for a fat man who'd died of heart failure before he could retrieve it. It was far too big for him, so it just kept slipping.

Slipping as he walked through a town named Live. It was a silly name, but he was sure it was as good a place as any to begin his life as a legendary gun fighter. He decided to step into the saloon. As he opened the door he began to hear the sounds of a piano, and laughter. When the door was flly opened, the sound roared in his ears as he took in the scene before him. No tales of the west could have prepared him for this. For, what he saw was a calm room full of townsfolk and ranchers laughing and acting civil. 

[Galon]

Galon strolled over to the bar and rapped his knuckles to get the bartender's attention. The man walked over and raised his eyebrows. Galon cleared his throats and said, "Whiskey." He winced as his voice cracked, but the man drew no attention to it. He turned and leaned up against the bar. His eyes scanned the room, taking in all the men inside. There were a few red sashes, but most of the men were probably from the town. The barkeep said, "Whiskey!" Galon turned and saw the whiskey sliding down the bar top at him. He began to turn too late, and the whiskey spilled on him.

The bar erupted with laughter. One man stood up, still laughing as he clapped Galon on the shoulder and said, "Shooee! Boy you best stop carryin' that pistol. You get in a duel, and you won't even git the gun out the holster 'fore you're shot graveyard dead." The man walked back over to his table to the laughter of his friends. After a few seconds, Galon angrily walked over to stand beside the man. He angrily said, "You want to go outside and test that?" The man turned to his friends and laughed. He got up and said, "Well, ah think we will. But, I aint gone shoot ya. Don't want no lawmen comin' for me for shootin' no youngin'." He laughed again, and Galon followed him outside.  

[Galon]

Galon's spurs clicked against the wood of the saloon as he walked out into the evening sun. Evening sundown was more accurate, casting a few thin rays into his eyes. Galon leaned against a post as the man, followed by his friends. He motioned for Galon to join him in the middle of the street, and the young man obliged him. The older man borrowed an empty bottle from one of his companions and said, "My friend throws this, and once it starts falling you and I shoot. First shot off gets a free drink." Galon nodded and said, "Sure." 

Galon grabbed his gun belt on the left side of his hip, holding it so that he didn't have to reach inordinately low to grab his gun. The friend threw the bottle, and Galon watched as it rose into the sky. Then, it turned and began its plummet. Galon drew his revolver, and shot a good second and a half before the other man had a chance to, but Galon missed. So did the other man, but when the bottle hit the ground, the man turned to Galon and said, "Well I look forward to that Whiskey youngin'." "What? I won." "I didn't hear your shot, did you fellas?" A few of the friends put a hand to their own guns, and Galon growled. The men laughed and headed back into the saloon. Galon stared at the bottle for a moment, then lifted his revolver, and shot, hitting it and shattering it. He holstered and walked into the saloon.     

[Galon]

Galon walked back into the saloon and asked the older man what he wanted to drink, then ordered him a gin from the bartender, who calmly handed it to him this time instead of sliding it. Then Galon walked back into the street, and walked about twenty yards until he saw an inn. Cautiously, he opened the door and walked in. A little man sat behind the counter, and said, "Ah, hello sir. Are you in need of a room? We have three that aren't in use at the moment." Galon walked up to the desk, "Sure, what's the cheapest?" The man gave him a look of disappointment, "Room seven,two dollars for the night sir."


Galon pulled out two dollar bills and placed them on the clerks desk. He put two fingers on his hat, and dipped it quickly to the man. He walked up a flight of stairs and through the hallway to a room marked with a seven. He opened the door, and started to disrobe. There was a coat stand, and he placed his jacket and hat onto two of the hooks. Then he unbuttoned his vest, and slung it up too. Removing his boots and socks, he slid under the sheets of the bed, and went to sleep.