“You really think you can mosey on in here with a grin like that?” Treating the cowboy to a grin of his own, Colin continued shining a glass that many a traveler had peered somberly into.
Shifting his belt ever so slightly, Chad straddled the stool and leaned back comfortably. “You know it, partner.” His hat ended up on the counter, nearly flicking the glass out of Colin’s experienced hands.
There was noise, laughter, grumbling, sweating, a bit of dancing, hollering, and admonishing: all the regular, inviting sounds of a bar. There was spilled liquor, blood stains, mysterious food spills along the wood, more worn in places than others. But it was the bar herself that was a sight to see, all polished to a T in a room that otherwise wandered in darkness, the work of Colin’s own hand, who came from a land that didn’t know any better. Chad watched, almost curiously, as the man himself straightened some bottles that really didn’t need tending to, discarded of a cloth that could have had a lot more use, brushed off his shirt that didn’t have a thing on it. He was the perfect man for the job.
i realized how much i love writing westerns! i can feel so much potential for fantastic stories, a combination of comedy, western, adventure, and a bit of romance. i love describing the sights, sounds, tastes, and smells one encounters in the wild west. i’d love to incorporate these short stories about chad into a full-length novel! so we’ll have to see 😍