“You’re just an old man afraid of a young man,” the youth said, puffing his chest and pushing his chin towards the grizzled man.
“I see you kick your can in town a lot boy. Ain’t never seen you out on the range though. That’s where the thunder and the wind shout back.”
He turned his back on the boy.
The boy glanced back at his friends, screwed up his face, and grabbed the older man’s shoulder.
He saw a flash, it was his face hitting the bar, and then found himself prone, the old man’s pistol in his face.