The west was lawless and  the cities corrupt. Their had been a few fights and a few murders that were known about and that was per day. The sheriff was having a hard time keeping it all in check and had to hire outside help to do so. The man he hired was a gunslinger name Earl Cartwright, a gunslinger well known for putting down criminals and gangs. The quickest gun in the west and not did he hold up to it for his rather tall stature if six foot seven and the muscle tone to go with it. He even had a couple knives to go with the gold trimmed  revolvers and Henry rifle that was slung on his back. He walked in the middle of town, smoking a rolled cigarette as he dragged a well known gang member to the sheriff's department and handed him off to the burly man and took the thick notes before heading to the saloon and sitting at the bar looking at bartender, then the patrons to make sure he knew his enemies and those who were his friends." 6 fingers of whiskey and a beer my friend. Keep em comin for a while as well." His thick southern accent carried through the bar, heavy and dense as he waited for his shots and beer. He squinted with all seriousness and pulled out a gun, shooting a gang member affiliated with the recent bounties gang. He quickly put it away and looked at the dead man and then at the bartender." Make that seven fingers and two beers."