Jack scratched the back of his head and let out a sigh.  He turned around quickly, pulling out his revolver from his holster, and fired a shot, hitting a bottle perfectly.  He smirked and continued firing, practicing his trigger finger.  The boy had made some progress over the years, but was far from experienced.  Still, he went on with his business, trying his best to improve his gunslinger skills in the hopes of one day becoming a gunslinger himself.  He never wanted to be a Deputy, in all reality.  In fact, he just wanted to be a gunslinger so he could leave the town and help others instead of just this one city.  Unfortunately, it seemed like a fleeting dream for Jack...