"That was some fine gun handling you did today, Jessie." said Woody as the two friends left the jail house. Jessie smiled brightly, and attempted to hold in her excitement.
"I've been practicing every day, just like you told me. I'm just glad that those two are behind bars and that the town is safe once again." A passerby nodded to Woody and complimented the pair's achievement. Woody tipped his hat and turned to Jessie.
"Say, why don't you and me go down to the salon and have a drink to celebrate? You deserve it after your impeccable timing."
"Really? Well, then by golly, let's go!" Jessie ran over to Bullseye, who was waiting patiently in the shade of a building. She jumped into the saddle with Woody following much more slowly. Too excited to wait, Jessie pulled Woody up onto Bullseye and they speed towards the salon.
When they got there, Woody was glad to be standing on solid ground. Bullseye was sometimes too fast for his own good. The friends walked into the salon and sat at the bar. A lady approached Woody and smiled.
"Howdy, Woody. I heard about your encounter with One-Eyed Bart this morning. I'm sure glad your around to keep this town outta trouble." she turned to Jessie, "and I can't believe that you shot the gun right out of his hand. That's the mark of a skilled gunman, right there."
"Many thanks, Bo. I mean it." said Jessie, "but I can't take all the credit. I had the best rootin-est tootin-est teacher in town!" Woody chuckled and shook his head.
"Jessie's just a fast learner, that's all."
"Oh, Woody, your so modest!" Bo teased, and Woody grinned. "So, Sheriff, what'll it be? The usual? Comin' right up!" Bo left and Jessie gave Woody a sly grin.
"What?" he demanded, and she shook her head.
"Your so lucky, that's all. Bo's a great girl."
"Yeah, she is." Woody caught a hint of sadness in her eyes. Before he could ask her about it, the sound of someone entering the salon caught his attention. He walked over and sat a few seats down from Woody. Woody glanced back at Jessie, who also noticed the stranger. Bo, after giving Woody his drink, went up to the man.
"What would you like?" The man appeared to sigh before answering.
"The strongest you've got." The man said with a thick Spanish accent. Even his clothes revealed his Spanish background. Woody took a swig of his drink before he got up to approach the man.
"Howdy, stranger. I don't recall seeing you around before." The man looked up and grinned.
"I suppose that's because I have't ever been around these parts before." he gestured to Woody's badge. "Your the local sheriff?"
"That's me, Sheriff Woody Pride at your service. And who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?" The man's grin turned into a wry smile.
"The name's Buzz. Buzz Lightyear." At Woody's questioning look he added, "I know my name doesnt fit my accent, but I grew up in a town where Spanish was a prominate language. My folk's weren't Spanish either, but they spoke with an accent, so I guess it kinda rubbed off on me."
"So what brings you to Pridesville, Buzz?" Buzz took a long chug of his drink that Bo had brought him. After sighed in satisfaction, he turned back to Woody.
"I'm on a search, a job, you could say. I just wanna look around and scout out the town, seeing if I can find any leads to my search. I'd rather not go into details right now, but I can promise you I probably won't be staying more than a few days; I have no wish to impose on Pridesville's hospitality to strangers."
Woody thought the man's claim was strange, but he seemed genuine in his words, and Woody was obliged tobelieve him.
"I hope I can assit you with whatever you need, Mr. Lightyear." he smiled and chuckled.
"No need for that, Sheriff, just call me Buzz."
"Sure thing, Buzz."
"And since your the sheriff, I may have a few questions for you later on, is that okay?"
"Absolutely."
"Excellent!"
