Wild and wicked west

I wrote a shortstory last night. But before that few comments about it. It is dedicated to everyone to whom I have been cruel or intolerant. Though I fight to my death against smokers, it is even to them. It's to the gays to whom I once were really intolerant. Its to my family for many things I shouldn't have done or said. If you ever feel that I have somehow harmed you, then it is for you. And of course it is for everyone for just a good surreal reading experience.

So.. at the wild and wicked west..

When Blue Bear walked into the saloon, all eyes turned to him. Paleface Jimmie was then facing the bar and turned around too. Slowly. He watched the Bear and Bear stared him back. Stared right into his eyes so sharply that the gaze drilled the small hole through Jimmie's head, and even the last bit of wisdom he had remaining, escaped out from there. Jimmie was calm. Yet all other men also saw how confident and brave were the buttony black eyes of the Blue Bear.

After a moment standing at the saloon door that was needed for Bear's eyes to get used with the darknes of the room, and to find Jimmie among all men, and the moment of these uncomfortable stares, he walked straight to bartable next to the man. He asked bartender to bring two whiskies. With unexpected quick move he turned to Jimmie. The move that made his shiny and well-cut hair to wave, caused an amazement among not only bargirls, but also of many men. "Surely the work of an proffessional barber, and not a cheap one at all; just look how fleecy it is;" and "his hairstylist must be a gay," were few of many comments they made. But Jimmie didn't care. Jimmie had always hated both gays and Blue Bear. And so far Blue Bear had been a furious opponent. Jimmie had never failed so many attempts to kill somebody. But now, Blue Bear wanted a truce.

"I have something for you," Bear said and reached under his furry coat. Some Jimmie's gunslingers were already on the line of taking Bear down, when they saw it was only a peacepipe he took out. Blue Bear now ordered some tobacco too. Expensive one.

"So what is it gonna be?" He asked, "Will you take my peace offering? The violence will only do harm for both of us and to the innocent bystanders. Surely we both have other more important things to do than trying to skin eachother. It would be most wise to end this ill blood.

Jimmie was silent and didn't move a muscle. He was a proud man. Blue Bear made an hard step closer. Now he was so close that he could easily bite off Jimmie's head. Jimmie's face turned from normal to even more pale, but who would have boldness to say he was afraid. Not me anyway, and of course none of the people in the saloon even noticed this.

"We both love tobacco," Blue Bear continued forcing the pipe to the mouth of Jimmie, "so lets have a few coughs and take some time to think about it reasonably.. ok?!"

Although all the smoke came out from the hole in back of Jimmie's head, it was clear it was a good stuff, as it looked like he would already be trippin' in the another world. Bear wasn't cheap when trying to negotiate. And no-one could resist such lavish gifts. Strong new scent spread around the hall. Everyone were almost melted in anticipation. As soon as barman found a fitting bottlecap for the hole in the head, Paleface Jimmie too found the peace. Peace with all the world, with Blue Bear, with sherif, and Billy, his naighbour who had just angered him by stealing some cattle under his guard. And he even made peace with the freaky gay hairstylists.