Rattlesnake Jack's eyes glowed with joy as he tipped his cowboy hat. "Glad ya see ya Deputies." Pulling out his twin colt guns he took a shot with the two at one of them.

Now, this wasn't a lethal shot. Oh no, Rattlesnake Jack watched and percieved the shot in slow-motion, as the bullet casings flew off as a Wine Cork emerged in place of the lethal bullets, and flying over to hit the guard in the head. At the worse it'd be a bruise or two. Being the Fastest in the West gave much room for fun. 
And fun is what Rattlesnake Jack intended for.

"I was quite bored until y'all finally moseyed on over here. And I'm glad y'all finally showed up." Rattlesnake Jack said in earnest. "Now then slicks, I'm trusting that you have an interestin' local prison? Or anything."