X'Iar set down his glass as and he did so he heard the door scrape along the splintered floor behind him, it caught like that every time it was pushed open too far. Another man was silhouetted in the door, his shadow cast long by the blinding sun behind him and with him came the smell of blood, oil, sweat and sand that would hit your senses like the aftermath of an pipe-line explosion.
"Everybody out. Now!"
His voice echoed around the quiet bar and was soon followed by the scraping of chairs and the hurried scuffling of feet on the creaking wooden floor followed by the clunking sound of boots which stopped and then the unmistakable sound of a bottle top being punctured.
Without turning to even glance at the hunter X'Iar took another sip from his glass, the ice sphere's rattled as the whiskey swirled his throat. The stranger took a long sip of the whiskey and then addressed X'Iar,
"X'Iar Linock, you are charged with nineteen counts of murder, three counts of theft and one count of prison break."
X'Iar turned to face the man in the doorway, straightening his trench coat and putting on his eye patch while quietly responding,
"You should probably pay for that."
The stranger pressed on,
"How do you respond to these charges?"
X'Iar started adjusting the Dakota on his head so that his eyes was shaded from the heat and the stranger's gaze,
"That depends how good your draw is, doesn't it?"
He drew the revolver from his hip and landed three shots into the strangers head, before the man had time to collapse X'Iar swiped the bottle from the man's hand and took a sip. He reached down to the man as he was writhing in pain and took several silver coins from with in his breast pocket and placed them in an empty glass next to the returned bottle on the counter. He stepped over the stranger who now lay silent, gathering dust on the saloon floor and he muttered under his breath,
"Not guilty, not today, I guess."
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