[Sudden 03] • Goldseeker

The gunman slouched against the bar, two guns hanging low on his hips, the holsters tied. Tense moments ticked by, and then he straightened up and raised his glass. 'Here's to yaller!' he barked. 'Yaller liquor, yaller metal, yaller-haired gals, and to hell with green!'The words struck the room to silence, which was broken shortly by the scrape of a chair. Then a man spoke. 'My name is Green', Sudden said mildly. 'You wouldn't know that, of course'.'Shore, I knew it, an' I'm sayin' it again: to hell with green!' And his hands flashed towards his guns like outspread talons...