"'Saloon,' how original," Cole said sarcastically to the band of outlaws following him. He turned to look at the scruffy men, all of them tired and sore.
"Maybe we should go in," Bob offered. The other men snickered.
"Do you want me to shoot you?" Cole asked, aiming his gun between Bob's eyes.
"It's not even loaded," he said, swatting Cole's hand out of his way. They all laughed and proceeded to enter the bar and split up.
"Well hello," Cole said as he sat down at the bar. He winked at the attractive brunette barmaid in front of him, but she rolled her eyes.
"What do you want?" the girl asked, readjusting her corset. The sting in her voice made him think twice before treating her like every other dance hall girl he'd met. This girl seemed to demand respect.
"Well, your name would be nice," he said, grinning.
"What do you want to drink?" she repeated, emphasizing the last word.
"Just gimme a beer," he snarled.
"This one's on the house," a new girl said, smiling as she handed Cole his mug. He smiled at the pretty blonde who was now in his view. He didn't know where she'd come from, but she was a welcome change of pace from the woman he'd just been dealing with.
"Why thank ya," he said, tipping his hat.
"You're welcome," she said, smiling. He winked at her as she turned to service another thirsty cowboy.
"Wow," Cole said to himself as he strolled through the saloon doors into the cool night air. He sat on a wooden box on the brilliantly lit porch with his mug of beer. "That girl was really gorgeous…" he sat for a long while, thinking to himself.
"Okay," he said after a long deliberation over whether he should just talk to her or leave her be. "She's makin you talk to yourself! Ah! Damn it, Cole!" he said, jumping up. In doing so, he managed to knock over his crate, tip his glass and drop his hat. "Je-sus!"
"Are you okay?" a slightly familiar voice asked. He cringed as he turned to find the raven-haired lady he'd been shot down by earlier.
"Yeah, hunky-dory," he said, wincing afterward, noticing how stupid that sounded.
"Oh, okay," she said, stifling a laugh as she turned to walk back in the bar.
"God! What a whore," he said under his breath. She stopped and turned to face him.
"What did you call me?" she asked, her eyes glittering with excitement.
"A whore," Cole repeated, sticking out his chest.
"Ooh, that wasn't very nice," she replied. In an instant, she'd produced a knife from a belt under her skirt and had it very close to Cole's Adam's apple. His eyes shone with fear as she pressed it onto his skin with the slightest of pressure. His hand wandered to his hip, the tips of his fingers playing softly on the butt of his gun.
"I wouldn't do that," she told him, drawing the knife softly up his chin and cutting a few hairs on the side of his face.
"But you should stop by the barber's and get yourself a shave in the mornin," she said. She smiled and ran her tongue over her lips, thinking about the things this young bandido could be good for.
"What's your name, boy?" she asked, pulling the knife away from his skin. She raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the man she'd been toying with.
"I'm Cole," he said, sighing with relief.
"Cole who?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"Younger."
"Oh, okay. Well, Cole Younger, I was only funnin with the knife, but why don't you go back inside and talk to my sister instead of sittin out here, chattin with yourself?" the woman with no name suggested.
"Okay, thank ya miss, I think I'll do that" Cole said as he nodded and tipped his hat as he walked past her, back into the bar.
"Maybe we should go in," Bob offered. The other men snickered.
"Do you want me to shoot you?" Cole asked, aiming his gun between Bob's eyes.
"It's not even loaded," he said, swatting Cole's hand out of his way. They all laughed and proceeded to enter the bar and split up.
"Well hello," Cole said as he sat down at the bar. He winked at the attractive brunette barmaid in front of him, but she rolled her eyes.
"What do you want?" the girl asked, readjusting her corset. The sting in her voice made him think twice before treating her like every other dance hall girl he'd met. This girl seemed to demand respect.
"Well, your name would be nice," he said, grinning.
"What do you want to drink?" she repeated, emphasizing the last word.
"Just gimme a beer," he snarled.
"This one's on the house," a new girl said, smiling as she handed Cole his mug. He smiled at the pretty blonde who was now in his view. He didn't know where she'd come from, but she was a welcome change of pace from the woman he'd just been dealing with.
"Why thank ya," he said, tipping his hat.
"You're welcome," she said, smiling. He winked at her as she turned to service another thirsty cowboy.
"Wow," Cole said to himself as he strolled through the saloon doors into the cool night air. He sat on a wooden box on the brilliantly lit porch with his mug of beer. "That girl was really gorgeous…" he sat for a long while, thinking to himself.
"Okay," he said after a long deliberation over whether he should just talk to her or leave her be. "She's makin you talk to yourself! Ah! Damn it, Cole!" he said, jumping up. In doing so, he managed to knock over his crate, tip his glass and drop his hat. "Je-sus!"
"Are you okay?" a slightly familiar voice asked. He cringed as he turned to find the raven-haired lady he'd been shot down by earlier.
"Yeah, hunky-dory," he said, wincing afterward, noticing how stupid that sounded.
"Oh, okay," she said, stifling a laugh as she turned to walk back in the bar.
"God! What a whore," he said under his breath. She stopped and turned to face him.
"What did you call me?" she asked, her eyes glittering with excitement.
"A whore," Cole repeated, sticking out his chest.
"Ooh, that wasn't very nice," she replied. In an instant, she'd produced a knife from a belt under her skirt and had it very close to Cole's Adam's apple. His eyes shone with fear as she pressed it onto his skin with the slightest of pressure. His hand wandered to his hip, the tips of his fingers playing softly on the butt of his gun.
"I wouldn't do that," she told him, drawing the knife softly up his chin and cutting a few hairs on the side of his face.
"But you should stop by the barber's and get yourself a shave in the mornin," she said. She smiled and ran her tongue over her lips, thinking about the things this young bandido could be good for.
"What's your name, boy?" she asked, pulling the knife away from his skin. She raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the man she'd been toying with.
"I'm Cole," he said, sighing with relief.
"Cole who?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"Younger."
"Oh, okay. Well, Cole Younger, I was only funnin with the knife, but why don't you go back inside and talk to my sister instead of sittin out here, chattin with yourself?" the woman with no name suggested.
"Okay, thank ya miss, I think I'll do that" Cole said as he nodded and tipped his hat as he walked past her, back into the bar.