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NOW SEATED IN THE DINGY bar, Belle watched Josiah and Steve play a small and friendly card game. Josiah, Steve and Belle were sat at a small, square table located in the corner of the saloon, with Billy hovering behind one of the seats. Chevez was at the next table over with a young, pretty girl latched to his side, playing with his hair.
"Darling, when a man rides 200 miles to do a job, you just bet your Spanish land grant he's gonna get that job done," a well-dressed man with long brown hair announced to the woman at the bar, loud enough for everyone in the area to hear him. "Now if this Billy the Kid's around town like people say, he is 200 dollars flat dead on this bar."
"You can't kill what you can't catch," the woman teased with a fading Russian accent. "You know, these 'mestizos' they say that Billy's half horse half devil. But who knows. Maybe a strong big Texas man like you could do it -"
"Are you really gonna kill Billy the Kid?" Billy cut the woman off. The man and woman didn't look at the boy, instead remained to look at each other, lustfully.
"Does a horse piss where she pleases?" The man asks, causing Billy to smirk and laugh. Billy turned back to the Regulators with a teasing glint in his eyes. Josiah sighed quietly, reaching for his gun and placing it on the table, just in case, Steve following his actions.
"Is that the gun you're gonna shoot him with?" Billy asked, playing the excited kid role very well. "Can I touch it? Please. You know, Sir, I do admire you, and I sure would like to touch the gun that's gonna kill Billy the Kid," Billy's sentence was cut short as the man pulled his gun from his holster, twirling it around his finger before offering it to Billy.
"Go ahead. Have a look," He said with a proud smirk. Billy took the gun, admiring it for a second as the man looked back to the prostitute. Belle watched as Billy fiddled with the bullets, removing them all from the gun, before handing it back. "Ok, pass it back now, son. You stroke a gun like that, you might as well be stroking a man's woman. Pass it up," Billy began to hand back the gun but flipped it so it was aimed at him. Billy laughed, handing the gun back. "You best be on your way before you get hurt." The man laughed, slightly embarrassed.
"I'm leaving right now and I wanna know what to look for in case I run into him," Billy said, feigning enthusiasm.
"Well, he's a good looking kid, a way with women, he dresses dandy and he's a left-hander," the man listed. "And people say he's fond of whistling sad ballads. Now if you see anyone who fits that bill, you just come whispering to me."
"Okay," Billy whispered back. Billy turned to the mirror behind the bar, seeing his reflection clearly. "Hey! I see him! Right there! Don't you see him?"
