Post by account_disabled on Dec 14, 2023 6:08:56 GMT
When she entered the saloon, a mug nearly hit her. "Hey, everyone!" the guy who threw it shouted. «The circus must have arrived. There's an elephant in the saloon." And he burst out laughing, showing off his semi-toothless mouth. A shot cut off that raucous laughter and the man was thrown backwards, landing on one of the few tables still unharmed. "They shot Mike." "It was that bison." “But how big is it?” "God almighty." "Call the sheriff." “But they didn't kill him?” "He always has an excuse for not doing his job." «Hey, but the sheriff is here …» “Has he been resurrected?” “No, it's the bison that shot Mike!” "God almighty." Barbara couldn't take it anymore, pulled out the second Buntline and fired again, this time into the air. The chandelier, centered squarely on the support, collapsed to the ground.
Two customers barely had time to jump aside. "My pockets are full, you idiot!" A silence of tension mixed with surprise fell over the entire room. Two cowboys stopped fighting, hands clutching each other's shirts and fists ready to strike. A large, stupid-looking boy was holding the unconscious body of a man with one hand and Phone Number Data holding a small table with the other. The pianist remained with his fingers raised without having the courage to touch the keyboard. Tom, the owner of the saloon, peeked out from behind the counter, where he had taken refuge together with some whores. Someone, on the ground, was massaging his head, face, private parts and picking up the teeth scattered on the floor, trying to understand which ones were his. "You," the woman shouted at a waitress who appeared from behind a large barrel. «Bring me a plate of beans, bread and beer.
And hurry up!” The woman disapparated instantly. “You,” Barbara then said to everyone else. «The fun is over. I'm the new sheriff and this is the last time a fight breaks out." He paused and looked at the customers one by one to make sure they understood. The two cowboys who were beating each other took their hands off each other's shirts, straightening them like good wives. The big boy dropped the man and the coffee table to the floor, both of which made a dull sound as they forcefully met the floor. The pianist placed his hands on his legs. Tom ordered a waitress to prepare a table for the new guest. Those on the ground stood up, sore and bruised. “My name is Stone, Barbara Stone,” she said finally. Those words had no effect on the faces of the audience. «But gallows hangers like you know me better as Dynamite Bra !» It was then that real pandemonium broke out.
Two customers barely had time to jump aside. "My pockets are full, you idiot!" A silence of tension mixed with surprise fell over the entire room. Two cowboys stopped fighting, hands clutching each other's shirts and fists ready to strike. A large, stupid-looking boy was holding the unconscious body of a man with one hand and Phone Number Data holding a small table with the other. The pianist remained with his fingers raised without having the courage to touch the keyboard. Tom, the owner of the saloon, peeked out from behind the counter, where he had taken refuge together with some whores. Someone, on the ground, was massaging his head, face, private parts and picking up the teeth scattered on the floor, trying to understand which ones were his. "You," the woman shouted at a waitress who appeared from behind a large barrel. «Bring me a plate of beans, bread and beer.
And hurry up!” The woman disapparated instantly. “You,” Barbara then said to everyone else. «The fun is over. I'm the new sheriff and this is the last time a fight breaks out." He paused and looked at the customers one by one to make sure they understood. The two cowboys who were beating each other took their hands off each other's shirts, straightening them like good wives. The big boy dropped the man and the coffee table to the floor, both of which made a dull sound as they forcefully met the floor. The pianist placed his hands on his legs. Tom ordered a waitress to prepare a table for the new guest. Those on the ground stood up, sore and bruised. “My name is Stone, Barbara Stone,” she said finally. Those words had no effect on the faces of the audience. «But gallows hangers like you know me better as Dynamite Bra !» It was then that real pandemonium broke out.