EBCS sweltered in the summer heat as the Mysterious Stranger walked up to the cheese platter, past the townsfolk of Organ House.

“Whiskey”, he said. “And leave the bottle.”

“I mean, ok. It’s yours, after all” replied the bartender.

“Mysterious! I thought I told you never to show your face here again.” Mysterious Stranger turned to face Sheriff Consent.

“Sheriff,” he said, as the crowd around them parted in a path between Mysterious and Sheriff. “Thought I told *you* that next I saw you I’d fill you so full’a lead you’d use your dick as a pencil”

“But he already does?” whispered the bartender.

“Either way. We both know this little lady,” nodding to the lovely woman on the veranda, “isn’t big enough for the two of us.”

“Uh, yeah, I am” the lady objected, but neither man heard as they stared each other down.

There was twenty feet between them, when they stopped to make their play, and the swiftness of that Sheriff is still talked about today. The stranger’s belt ain’t cleared leather, when his taint got ripped, and the Sheriff’s aim was deadly, with that big iron on his hip.

“Who was that?” someone asked, as they pulled the Stranger away.

“Oh, that?” asked the bartender. “Just The Man with No Game.”

BYO Moonshine

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