One Bullet More

Hey, saddle tramp, said Vernon. I dont think I like a bum like you coming in here to drink with us men.Matt turned to face Guthry, spread his feet shoulder wide with his gun hand thumb still hooked in his belt, still three fingers from his .44. The men that stood along the bar, drifted to one side, out of the line of fire. The room grew deadly quiet.Ive had just about all the crap Im going to t...