StarBliss 3 day.ago

It was the barkeep's first night tending bar in the small town's saloon. Suddenly a panicked citizen pokes his head through the swinging doors and yells, "Hey everybody! Black Bart's coming to town! Black Bart's coming to town!" and runs off. The panic spreads immediately and everyone scrambles over each other to get through the doorway and out of town. All that's left is the lone barkeep, trembling, as he wipes the counter. Soon he hears hooves in the distance, getting closer and closer. The ground shakes, the glasses rattle, as the sound gets louder and louder until a burly man astride a bison rides up to the railing in front of the saloon. He gets off, flexes his muscles, and drops the bison to its belly with one punch. Packed with guns, dressed in animal skins, he rips the swinging doors off their hinges and enters the saloon. The wide-eyed barkeep watches as the huge man looks around the room and then walks over to the counter, spurs jingling, boots leaving dents in the floor. The man takes out a massive bowie knife, jams it into the top of the counter, and stares at the barkeep. He says, "Bottle of whiskey" and throws down some money. The barkeep, by now trembling almost uncontrollably, pushes a bottle towards him. The man bites off the top of the bottle, spits it out, and swallows the contents. He throws the bottle away and says, "Another." Again, bites off the top, downs the contents, throws it away. The man then yanks the knife out of the counter, shoves it in his belt, and turns away. Still shaking, the barkeep manages to ask, "L-l-l-leaving already?" The man stops, slowly turns back to the barkeep and says, "Haven't you heard? Black Bart's coming to town."