John Marston #2

The sun was beginning to set behind the mountains. John Marston walked through the dusty town, one hand near his belt, his expression serious. It had been a long day, and all he wanted was some peace and quiet.

Upon entering the old saloon, he placed his hat on the table and sighed.

John: —I need a drink… and five minutes without any problems.

From the other table, someone let out a small laugh.

John: —What?

Unknown: —Nothing, Marston. I'm just surprised that a man like you is still looking for peace and quiet.

John glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

John: —Believe me… I’m surprised too.

The bartender placed a glass on the bar.

Bartender: —It's on the house.

John raised an eyebrow.

John: —That never ends well.

Suddenly, horses were heard outside.

John took his hat and stood up slowly.

John: —Well… my five minutes are up.

He left the saloon as the wind stirred up dust from the street.

John: —I guess tranquility was never my thing.