“Man, that guy’s bullshit is getting old fast,” Tex Tai Chi said to his buddy Zack Pasadena at the bar of the Short Twig Saloon.
“No kidding,” Zack replied. “It’s getting pretty deep.”
The newcomer, Romar Goulet, a gaucho from Argentina, had been boasting about his manly exploits and belittling the cowboys in the bar about their inferior skills; roping, riding, shooting, lovemaking and especially, drinking. American cowboys were no match for the rugged gauchos from South America.
Goulet noticed Tex and Zack at the end of the bar. Ah, two he hadn’t badgered yet. He stood next to Tex and slammed his half-empty fernet bottle on the bar top.
“Two more soft cowboys drinking beer,” he slurred. “Why don’t you two sissies try a man’s drink for a change?”
He slid the bottle into Tex’s chest. Tex grabbed it and cracked it over Goulet’s noggin, who dropped to the floor like cow plop.
“That’ll be enough of your shit,” Tex said. “You pampas ass.”
Lee Hammerschmidt is a Visual Artist/Writer/Troubadour. He is the author of the short story collections, A Hole Of My Own, It’s Noir O’clock Somewhere, For Richer or Noirer, and Flash Wounds. Check out his hit parade on YouTube!
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