John stands outside the Saloon, throwing his cigarette end into the street and flicking the key in the air. He pulls out his revolvers and begins to take pot shots at the bottles he'd set up on the other side of the street that morning, dropping all twelve in twelve shots. His revolvers had been specifically tuned to be loud... scare the crap out of anyone who dared cross him... so the shots would be heard all around the town, especially in the Saloon.