Several people gasped and Williams realized by looking at their faces that they were reliving a nightmare they had all experienced before.
“And I’ll kill the dinosaur, too. Two shots. One through each eye. Let’s see his goddamn armor stop that.” He moved to leave then paused. “Oh, and Decker, give your firearm and badge to Smithson. You’re fired.” He gestured at the downed gates. “Smithson, guard the goddamn hole.”
Then he tipped his hat to everyone present and was gone.
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Williams wanted three things more than anything in the world when he entered the Long Branch Saloon after being treated by Doc Allen and watering Ank—a tall glass of water for himself (or twenty), a cold beer, and the answer to a single question:
“Why do y’all talk and dress like it’s 1865?”
The saloon girl—
