Riding into town isn't a very eventful activity for a cowboy like Adam. Sure, Adam enjoyed goin on down to the saloon but now, it's ridden with shoe spittin' city slickers. He decided it would be ideal to only stop for some supplies to build a fence back at the cattle farm, so he unmounted his beloved horse Chestnut and headed on inside the shop.
"Howdy, Adam!" said a familiar voice.
"Howdy, John. I stopped by for a couple supplies if that's alright," Adam said.
"Oh ya already know the answer to that pardner!" said John, with a playful look on his face.
Adam found himself in the back of the store, pickin' up wood and some nails. He brought it up to the counter and as John was about ready to ring it up, they heard what sounded like a violent argument start up just outside.
Hurrying outside, Adam and John looked to see Harold, a familiar old man known to be the biggest grump in town. He seemed to be shoutin' at someone unrecognizable.
"Huh, must be new to the town." whispered John.
He didn't have the appearance of one of those rotten city slickers. An unfamiliar cowboy was rare. It had been almost two years since a stranger came ridin' into town. And that didn't end well whatsoever.
"You sorry, huh? That right? Well, I challenge you to a quickdraw!"
"Old man Harold? In a quickdraw? Two years has passed since the quickdraw with the blonde haired fella. He was lucky to get away with only one bullet in his arm!" joked Adam, though he was curious to know whether Harold would spare the lad or if he'd REALLY kill the poor man.
"As much as I wanna see what happens, I got some errands to run in the city. I don't know when I'll be back but I'm hopin' before 1 am. Mind if ya close the shop for me later?" asked John.
"Yeah, no problem pardner." replied Adam as John gave him the key to the shop. John climbed onto his horse and rode on the path towards the city. Adam shifted his focus back to the two men as they argued.
"Alright now, calm yourself old man! I wasn't the one that knocked ya merchandise over so would ya please hold your horses!" exclaimed the stranger.
Adam got a glimpse of his face and suddenly was rootin' for the stranger. He was strikingly good-lookin'. Now he has taken a liking to fellas before, but this man was one of the most attractive men he's ever seen round these parts. Walking towards the commotion, he decided he would try to get things figured out for them two.
"Alright now, settle down you two. Back up now, would ya Harold? Okay now, would one of y'all explain whats goin' on?" asked Adam.
"Well, you see-"
"No! Don't you dare listen to a word that comes outta that there man's mouth! It's all lies I tell ya! Lies!" shouted the old man.
"Harold, are you sure it wasn't just one of the children? They must've been runnin' around and ya can't blame children for being children." said Adam, trying to reason with an unreasonable and stubborn man.
"I don't care, darn it! I demand a quickdraw!" yelled Harold.
The attractive stranger looked at Adam.
"I reckon I don't mind a duel. Won more than a couple of 'em back in my old town. I'll be alright, and I won't aim for anything vital." said the man, with a wink. "If I underestimate the old man's skill and something happens to me, remember the names Marc!"
As people gathered around, Adam announced that there would be a duel commencing shortly.
"A quickdraw! Harold and uh...Marc! " Adam shouted.
