Bang Tail saloon

Thayne pushed open a swing door and glanced around the saloon, smoke from his cigarillo curling and drifting into a haze as he listened to the ebullient tinkle of piano music, punctuated by the occasional broken glass.

The rickety wooden chairs at the haphazard collection of tables were all facing away from him, their occupants – a motley collection of cow-herds, merchants, miners  and whores – all clapping, cheering and stamping their feet in time to the music.  Peering into the gloom he espied two men on the stage at the back, playing fiddles while a woman in a ruffled dress and boa feathers stomped her boot and sang a raucous ditty.

Exactly the kind of flea-pit that Clay might visit.  Hell, even if he wasn’t here, maybe there’d be someone here who had heard something of him.

The bar was on the left; he sauntered over there, spurs jingling with every step, not that anybody would have heard this over the din.  He pulled out a tall stool, sat down as the barkeep strolled over to him.

“What’ll it be sir?” asked the barman cheerfully.

“Whiskey”.  Thayne eyed the short, balding, anxious looking man.  “Don’t bring me no rotgut neither.”

“Only the best liquor here, yes sir!” replied the barman, eyes wide as he reached behind for a bottle.  “No rotgut here; we don’t cut our whiskey with no turpentine or horse-piss here, no siree!” he continued, as he placed a shot-glass on the bar and poured out a double measure.

Thayne knocked the drink down in one swallow, felt the pleasant burn of genuine bourbon slide down his gullet and warm his belly.  Thayne smacked his lips appreciatively and tapped his fingers on the bar to indicate that the barkeep should pour another.

“What’s your business here, friend?” asked a voice beside him.

Thayne glanced over under the brim of his hat.  A cow-herd, leaning back, elbow on the bar, supping whiskey.

“Gold.”

“Hah – you’re chasin’ a rainbow.”

Thayne grinned.

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About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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18 Responses to Bang Tail saloon

  1. yarnspinnerr says:

    Nicely done. Whisky, Gold and rainbows.

  2. But isn’t there gold in them there hills?! Nicely spun tale 🙂

  3. djmatticus says:

    Love it! Great job! More? Yes? Please!!

  4. Quickstepp says:

    Feels like a story that begs to continue.

  5. jannatwrites says:

    I was sorry to see it end. I like the voice and tone of the story- especially the whiskey conversation.

    (Only thing, for Trifecta, you might want to change ‘chasing rainbows’ to ‘chasing a rainbow’ so it qualifies :))

  6. Draug419 says:

    I love westerns.

  7. KymmInBarcelona says:

    A stranger calls you ‘friend’ in a bar in the old west, draw your pistol.

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