Shotgun Law, Part Ii

...Lefty just smiled at the sight, wouldn’t have to search for the fight, he said, “I see you want to die, are bounties really worth your life?” The man wore white, and smile back, “Ain’t none faster than Randsome Jack. I’d draw, but there is no need too with that shotgun right behind you.” Lefty sneered, “No need to be a jerk, I’m not so dumb that trick will work—” Then a cold fear came to his mind, when two barrels pressed on his spine. He heard the small man from the bar say, “Both hands up, stay where you are. My partner Jack has got the cuffs, you make a move, this gun goes off.” As Jack walked forth, the small man grinned, “It was much too easy with him. Who needs speed when they’re all so dumb, what’s pistols to a scattergun?!” Jack slapped the cuffs on and then laughed, “Tonight, good whiskey, and hot baths.” “A thousand each,” the small man said, that was the price for Lefty’s head.