"No trust me I've rode by night before," Johnny replied. Yeah, this guy was up to no good. "Have that drink for yourself and celebrate my soon to be silver fortune. It'd been mighty nice to meet all of y'all."

With that, Johnny was nearly out the door until an old man who stank far more of booze then him stumbled through, pushing him aside.

"Ok you sumbitches, who's horse outside shit on my foot?," the old drunk questioned in heavy slurred bouts. "Black horse with a big grey spot on the neck?"

"That's mine sir," Johnny replied as he regain his composure. The old man turned on a dime, staring him down like a dog would a fox. The old man was much smaller then Johnny, a full foot short and plump like a spoiled turkey.

"What's your problem letting your horse shit on a man's foot boy?!"

Johnny looked at the old man confused. Man had no real place controlling his horse's bowels. What the drunkard asked was stupid, to an rediculous degree. Before Johnny had a moment to reply, the old man lifted up his shoe and displayed the obvious horse manure to the entire saloon.

"You are payin' for this boy! Cash money right here, right now!"

Johnny wanted to laugh his ass off at this moment, a situation so surreal that it sounded like something out of a book. He did his best to control himself, cracking a smile against the old man.

"Sir," Johnny drunkenly replied back, "I'm sorry for my horses actions, but I have no money to pay with. Can't you just looked the other way since I see the errors of my way?"

The old man sneered at him, a mug only a bear could love.

"You must be shitting me boy! Hell no! HELL NO! You better pay me now or I'll have the sherif have your head!"