His head was still pulsating painfully, even after he downed his third beer and seventh shot of vodka.
Being shot will do that to you.
He sat in the Prospector's Saloon nursing the drink and his massive urge to kill something when the door swung open forcefully and slammed against the wall.
To him it sounded like a grenade going off in his head.
Through the door came a black man wearing a suit with a Kevlar vest strapped to the shirt, and partially covered by the navy blazer. He walked with a certain arrogant swagger amplified by the shiny .357 lightly patting his leg in its holster. He strode up to Trudy, the bartender, and slammed a fist into the oak bar.
Another grenade went off in the now slightly sobered man's head, and further increased his urge to kill.
Trudy put down the shot glass she was cleaning and placed a hand on her hip.
"The fuck do you want Cobb?"
"You know what I want. I know that asshole is here, and I don't give a shit if I gotta burn this town down to find his ass,"
Trudy's eyes went wide for a split-second then returned to her cold stare.
"Ringo is not here Cobb, and if you aren't going to buy something then leave. Now,"
Cobb sneered at the female bartender, and bumped his elbow into the now sober man as he turned to leave. As if by an act of fate he looked down at the drunk.
"You got a problem?"
The man didn't respond. Instead he stared down at his drink, hoping that Cobb would just leave.
"I said, do you have a problem?"
As the question left his lips Cobb placed a hand on the man's shoulder, and to his surprise the man reacted completely opposite to what he expected. Cobb expected hurried apologies, but instead the man grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand to the bar. Then, he quickly drew a kitchen knife from his waist, and plunged it through Cobb's hand into the wood of the bar. Cobb screamed in pain, and the man picked up his now empty beer bottle and smashed it against Cobb's head, knocking him out cold.
"Goddamn, what the hell was that?"
Trudy hadn't moved from her spot out of pure shock at the speed of the man she'd seen drinking for the past hour.
"Should've just left,"
The man sighed heavily and pulled his knife out of Cobb's hand. The black man's body slumped heavily to the ground.
"You know he is going to wake up, and them damn Powder Gangers are gonna raise hell here right?"
The man nodded and scratched the stubble forming on his face.
"Looks like everyone is fighting then?"
Trudy threw her hands up in the air with an exasperated gasp.
"Well, I fucking guess so! Your ass is helping to. What is your name by the way?"
The man looked at her.
"Y'know….. I'm not exactly sure,"