"So, you say you're the fastest one around, eh?" The Mexican bartender cleaned a glass, smirking at the young man in front of him. "Aye! Just put me up against anyone here!" The man lifted his arms, looking around the bar. Nobody but the old banker in the corner could even handle a gun, let alone participate in a duel.

The saloon doors opened, and a large man came into the bar, followed by two plump goons. "Hey, Al!" The bartender waved over the new customer, readying a drink. "This guy thinks he can take anyone here in a duel, you wanna prove it?" The older man chuckled, "Grab your iron!" He grinned as he got up and left the bar.

Welp, I'm screwed!