Just as Shelly sat and started humming old railroads workers songs and gently tapping the counter, a wild Archie busted into the Saloon and started a few fires. One hit the face of a man close to him, and the other hitting and burning the money he just robbed. 

Between the fear and confusion and anger, Shelly stood right after the man missing a few chunks of meat off his face stood. Shelly drew both his guns from his gunbelt and aimed straight at the Coffin Maker. A drunken voice, belonging to an estranged and drunk Mr. WU.

 "HE IS A DEAD WALKING ALRIGHT." Shelly yelled. "Don't worry Marlett, we still gonna bed right after we sort this here lil conflict. And right after I got that damn bottle O' wine, payed or unpaid Rose." 

Three barrels staring Archie Fancypants in the face, Shelly had a boner, he was that sort of freak. Adrenaline was his sexual drive.