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The doctor quickly covered the wound with the bandages, wrapping them around and around her. “Zat shoult do it, I don’t recomment moving much for at least a day.”
“Ah! Vunderful!“ he exclaimed as he took the money. “A pleasa’ doing business vith both of you, I’d best take mine leave.” He said as he walked out of the bar."Aw Here" She said pulling out five tens. Her Ma always made sure she had money on hand behind her father's back. In case she ever had to break away from them
The Irishman never acknowledged the barkeep, his attention was focused solely on the lady who dared to disrespect him. In an angry tone he spouted “And just who da F$&@ gave you da right ta talk to me like dat?! Have ya got any idea in dat thick skull a yers who I am woman?!”Eleanore leaned back from the bar at the same time as Horace turned, both of them looking the foulmouthed newcomer up and down. "You should try watchin' your language," Eleanore said, "if yer wantin' a smile."
"What'll you'll have for a drink?" Horace asked, his voice none too enthusiastic.
The irishman took a few steps back, “Ohh hohoho, tough guy eh,” he then whipped out a revolver fast as humanly possible, aiming right at Jim in a gunslingers aim. “Aahahaha, not so tough now are ya? Names Jimmy O’Reilly, but folks ‘round ‘ere call me Jimmy 2-bullets, I earned that. What name ‘ave you earned eh?!”Jim eyes the stranger at the bar and stood up “sorry to hear that about her pa. Maybe we can do something ta fix it. Pardon me a minute”. Jim walked over to the Dorian man and stood about a foot the side of him “that ain’t no way to talk to a lady” he stared the man directly in the eye.
“Ooooh so now ye all think yer better than me eh?! Ya know how I got da name 2-bullets?! I once got tracked down by a band-a-6 boun’y hunters, took em all out meself, only fired twice.” He said all of this with a smug grin, and whipped out a second revolver, firing it at the glass on the counter, “how many shots do ya think it’ll take fer you lot?”He cocked an eye brow, not breaking his gaze. “Big Jim, but that’s reserved for my lady friends”. He sat on a stool “if yer gonna shoot me, then shoot me. If not, have a drink and watch yerself with the women folk”
“That’s quite a way to get a name. Listen partner, I ain’t a gunslinger. I can use one when I need to but I ain’t got no reason. I ain’t lookin ta pick a fight. I’m just sayin that we got some women folk here, one with a hole in her gut, so just watch yer tone and language”“Ooooh so now ye all think yer better than me eh?! Ya know how I got da name 2-bullets?! I once got tracked down by a band-a-6 boun’y hunters, took em all out meself, only fired twice.” He said all of this with a smug grin, and whipped out a second revolver, firing it at the glass on the counter, “how many shots do ya think it’ll take fer you lot?”