Clyde walks through the swinging bat wings and moves up alongside a young cowboy at the side of the bar who seems to have had more than his share of liquor. He positions himself with the cowboy to his left side.
Clyde orders a beer and begins small talk with the gent on his right. A half hour later the man on his right exits the bar and Clyde follows him outside.
As the man begins to walk towards his horse Clyde yells out, “What did you say you dirty bastard?”
The man is startled by what he just heard and begins to turn around.
“Don’t you draw on me you son-of-a-bitch,” Clyde draws and shoots the man in the middle of the street.
The shooting draws a crowd from the saloon and Clyde runs towards his horse. No one is paying any attention to him. They are in shock.
A local shopkeeper is lying in the middle of the street shot through the heart.
“Jesus,” says Jake. What the hell happened out here?” I heard yelling then a shot.