"He's nothing but a kid," said the big man.
"Maybe so," said Boot, "but I told you what I saw."
"Was that before or after you started in drinking Boot? "
"Somebody ask him." Looking at me he said, "can you do it again?"
"You mean shoot a bottle?" I ask him.
"Well that's what you done last night ain't it?"
"Sure I can," I said, "but you fellows must be mighty hard up for entertainment around here."
The big man shouted to the bartender, "give me an empty bottle."
"Let's go outside," he told me and we walked out followed by every one of them in there. Even the bartender came from behind the bar and followed us.
The big man told another to take the bottle down to the end of the street. "Boot you tell him when he gets in the right spot." When it was in place and the man had moved back out of the way the big man turned and asked me, "where's your rifle?".
"Don't need it for this, "I said. Looking down the street I said, "the bottle's laying different."
He turned toward the other men and said, "and now the excuses start boys."
Not liking his attitude, I drew fired and holstered that Colt before the shards of glass quit falling.