“O what the hell now!?” mike shouts out as furiously packs his pockets with the money. Grabbing the pay slip and sliding into his waistcoat pocket he stands and grabs the corpse of the now deceased George. Looking at the dead mans face he shouts out “this is your entire dam fault, Why did you have to get violent!?” mike quickly moves over to saloon door, using the corpse as a shield and stops just in front of them. Trying his best to sound older and drunk mike shouts out the saloon “I’m coming for ya!” then he throws the man with all this might forward into the door and out the saloon, ducking behind the wall as he does.<br/><br/>After not hearing another gun shot from outside, mike looks though the now blocked doorway. Seeing John emptying his revolvers mike sighs with relief and walks outside. “You scared the crap out of me! Shooting off like that just after a man goes for me. I thought you were his friends” Pointing at the corpse on the decking. Remembering who he is talking too, mike stops shouting and pointing. “Anyway I’m real sorry about throwing this guy at you. I’ll…I’ll just move him now.” Mike picks up the corpse and moves it rounder the corner, dropping it down next to an empty barrel. Waling back he removes the cigarette from behind his ear and lights it. Leaning on the banister to the saloon he looks back at John. “By the way I’m Mike Gamble”<br/>