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Malden pulled a shotgun from behind the bar. The few patrons in the place stopped their conversations and turned to watch the show. The music didn't stop like it did in the movies, too bad. Malden was probably running it from an iPod behind the counter.
"Whoa," Silas said holding up his hands. "It's me Silas."
"The same Silas that got roaring drunk the last time he was here and practically destroyed the place? The same Silas Robb that beat the crap out of half my patrons and killed the other half on that same night?"
"Well..." started Silas.
"The same Silas that deleted all the country songs off my iPod?"
"Well, come on…country? I'd call that a favor."
Malden came around the bar and walked up to Silas. He slowly put the barrel of the shotgun against Silas' jaw, then spoke
