"Shit, shit, shit!" Johnny shouted as his saddle was sliced by a thrown knife, resulting in him sliding on his steed as it charge out of town. Damn beast was never that loyal. Johnny dropped with a hard thud, finding no cushion in the dusty streets as he fell on his back. He moaned in pain for a second, the drinks getting in the better for him.

Slowly, he got up. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was scorching red with anger. The man clutched his revolver with furious hands, raising it at Rose.

"This how you treat your high paying customers you utter bitch!," Johnny roared. "Well I can rightly tell you one thing. After I blow your fucking brains out in front of these bumpkin fucks, I'm going to burn your goddamn saloon to the fucking ground!"