The gunman swallowed thickly as he stared at the circle of death that had formed around him. When The Drifter removed her gun from his chest, he blinked his eyes in confusion, and then listened as she announced him as a fake. It brought a nervous grin to his face as he looked around at all the scum in the bar. It suddenly felt suffocating like there were several ugly glares being aimed in his direction. When she mentioned<strong>Apryl</strong>, the gunman turned to look at her with his golden revolver. "You little bitch!" he roared. He peered down to see that one of his holsters was empty to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him.<br/><br/>Lady Mag lowered her pistol and smiled warmly at Marilyn. "I'm sorry, Dear," she apologized and then raised her fingers to her rosy cheeks. "Fashion is everything, Mary."<br/><br/>The bartender wrinkled his nose at<strong>Meytir</strong>as he lowered his shotgun. He hadn't lowered it when the young man had threatened him, but when it looked like the duel was breaking up. "You sh'ain't act like a sheriff 'round here, Boy," the bartender informed. "Or you'll be in a grave as soon as you walk out the door." He wasn't threatening him, but offering him some wise information. The gunman didn’t look like a sheriff, but he sure did act like one.<br/><br/>A few thieves that were sitting near the exit drew their guns and aimed them at the<strong>Apryl</strong>. One, the gun looked like gold even if it wasn't a Wilson, and Two, gold was still valuable. "Put the gun down, Missy, or I'll shoot you another bloody eye," one of the thieves growled. They slowly began cautiously rising from their chairs and gazed around at all the thieves who were interested in those guns.<br/><br/>"Looks like only one of us is gettin' it," said another one of the thieves with a dark grin.<br/><br/>"Looks like it," said another.<br/><br/>Just then, the saloon door opened and the low trod of boots trailed along the floorboards. The stranger’s scarlet hair rose on a dusty gale that washed into the bar. All eyes turned to the door to gaze upon the gunman that had stepped in. The thieves curiously scowled at the man until his chin rose and his maroon eyes circled the room. They first were directed upwards at the banner that read Best in the West, and then to all the dirty faces that were glaring his way. He had recognized the twins, Marilyn, and Lady Mag but didn’t pay them a single look of recognition.<br/><br/>“The Best in the West, eh?” the gunman questioned amongst the silence, “Well, where is he?”<br/><br/>A few men began to point in the direction of the rich gunman who stood in wonder with the twins and Lady. In an instant, gunfire filled the bar. It had every gunman on their edge of their seat as they searched about for the source. The men who had pointed at the mustached stranger began tumbling from their chairs with a bloodied cry, and when every single one of them were dead, the spooked gunmen brought their eyes back to the door to see the red-headed gunslinger with a platinum, Wilson revolver in his right hand. The nose was expelling smoke and the red-head brought his eyes down to<strong>Apryl</strong>as he then held the nozzle of the gun out to her just below her chin.<br/><br/>“Go on ahead and blow that off for me will ya?” he questioned. It sounded almost perverted, and unmentioned, he only wanted to see if the cute, heterchromatic girl would pucker her lips and actually do it.<br/><br/>The rich gunman’s mouth dropped in awe and he quickly glanced around to see if others were feeling the same as he. There were thugs gripping the table and their beer bottles tensely at what had just happened. It had happened so fast that they could hardly keep up with the shots. The red-headed gunslinger arrogantly grinned as he slid his revolver back into its holster. “There is only one Best in the West and that is me,” The Gunslinger declared. “Ya’ll know me as The Gunslinger. So, if this is a party for me, then well shucks, bring on the whiskey, and where the hot babes at?”<br/><br/>The Gunslinger walked around the thief girl and made himself at home. There was a long and proud smile on his face as he seemed to be heading straight for the circle where Lady and the twins stood. She had been waiting anxiously for him to arrive and when he was just before her, she thrust her arms out with an excited cry, “Gun!” Her eyes then widened stupidly when Zieg stepped right out of range of her embrace and was walking around her as though she didn’t exist. Her arms crossed about air as she stood there shocked at what had just happened.<br/><br/>The twins giggled in unison at Lady Mag as they turned to follow after Gun. “No one likes a bimbo,” Ginger scoffed over her shoulder. She happily went for Gun’s right arm and found that her arms too had wrapped around nothing as he swiftly pulled his arm right from her grip. He gave Sunny the same treatment and the twins watched him continue on his way toward the bar.<br/><br/>“Hmph!” said Sunny as she crossed her arms angrily. “Meanie!”<br/><br/>Two saloon girls approached The Gunslinger next and he curiously stopped. One had her golden locks drawn up in pins. She was wearing a red and black gown with a rippling trim and holding two bottles of whiskey in each of her hand. She was pretty fruitful with the nipples of her swollen breast lightly hinted behind the silk of her collar. Her thick thighs were adorned in fishnet stockings, and she was timidly rubbing her knees together as she stood in the presence of such an important man. Her friend who had cinnamon tresses was holding two bottles of whiskey in each of her hand also. Her breasts weren’t as fully developed as her friends but she had quite the bottom.<br/><br/>“Um, excuse me,” the gold blonde spoke nervously. “My friend and I brought you some whiskey, and we were hopin’ you’d um…have us tonight?” She then turned her head to hide her face in her embarrassment.<br/><br/>The Gunslinger grinned extra big and spread his arms to draw these wonderful women into a large hug. “How can I refuse?” he replied. He chuckled at the feel of the blonde’s knockers squishing up against his chest and the feel of the brunette’s warm bottom against his hand. He gave it a strong grope as the girl gasped into his ear.<br/><br/>“Oh my, Sir, you’re so naughty,” the brunette gasped in embarrassment.<br/><br/>“You ain’t seen the rest of me yet,” The Gunslinger laughed.<br/><br/>“Is that right?” Lady Mag questioned. She stood right behind Gun with her arms crossed. When he turned a lone maroon eye over his shoulder, he noticed that the twins were also with her.<br/><br/>The Gunslinger turned around with his arms strung about the waists of the saloon girls. One of his hands was clutching the blonde’s breast and the other the brunette’s bottom as they stood there like flushed virgins. “What do you hags want?” he grumbled.<br/><br/>Lady Mag brought her fingers to her forehead. It was unlady-like to frown so deeply at such an ignorant man. The frown lines would ruin her beautiful face. “Hags?” she questioned on a quivering breath. She breathed in deeply, and then breathed out, her chest swelling and then sinking before she lowered her hand and gave Zieg a weak smile. “Is that how you greet your old friends? Especially me, Gun. I haven’t seen you in forever and your hair grown out.” She stepped forward to reach out past his shoulder and drag her fingers threw his mane.<br/><br/>The Gunslinger smiled as soon as the saloon girls took a moment to run their fingers through his hair, and then the twins. He felt like a cat being stroked. “Yeah, but it’s almost summer. I’ll have to cut it soon.”<br/><br/>“Aw, but it’s so pretty,” said Sunny.<br/><br/>“Yeah, well…” Zieg blinked his eyes as he realized the conversation just dramatically changed. “Wait a damn second!” He scrambled away from Mag and the twins with the saloon girls still greedily in his clutches. “I said Hi now you washed-up witches get out of m’ah way. I got me some fresh girls who haven’t been ‘round the ol’ trash bin.”<br/><br/>Lady Mag’s glamorous face suddenly melted away behind a very harsh frown. The men around her were taken back by the evil glower that brought shadows beneath her eyes and a deep crease between her brows. Around the three women, a menacing presence materialized. “It’s the devil!” a religious man screamed before fleeing away from the three gun mistresses.<br/><br/>Zieg was halfway up the stairs when his face contorted in pain. Someone had grabbed his hair in a tight grip and was jerking his head backwards. When The Gunslinger happened to lean all the way back, he released the saloon girls as his eyes came in an upside-down view of a pissed off Lady. “I-I was only foolin’,” Zieg timidly laughed.<br/><br/>There was a series of thuds as the dark-skinned beauty dragged The Gunslinger by his hair down the bar steps. When he struck the bottom, the twins snagged his arms and the three kidnapped him to one of the far walls in the saloon. Men watched in horror as The Gunslinger was slammed a top a table. They soon no longer could see what was being done to him as the backs of the women blocked their view. They eventually saw arms and legs flailing about and then heard agonized screams. Ginger had unbuttoned his vest and was dragging her sharp nails across The Gunslinger’s stomach, while Sunny then shook salt into the cuts, and then Mag brought The Gunslinger’s belt down upon the wounds like a whip. It was hard to believe that the man was truly The Best in the West, but they had seen it with their own eyes!