A man rode into town at about high noon. He was looking for another man and he was going to shoot him down. I had his six gun strapped around his waist and his rifle in his hands. He wore his hat down low and his his spurs glistened in the over head sun. He went straight into the heart of town, and walked into the old saloon. He found the guy he wanted seated at the bar. He called him out, told him they had a dispute to settle. The man got up from the bar with his drink in hand. He said he would be outside to fight in five minutes. The man that had come in the saloon walked out to wait outside. When the gentleman from the bar got outside, heated words started the fly. A crowd had assembled to watch the showdown. The men were yapping and hollering and the man from the bar drew first. The other man was quicker however, and shot the him right in the chest. The man from the bar dropped to his knees pistol in hand. As he feel forward in the dirt dead, the other man put his pistol back in its holster, and mounted his horse. And just as soon as the man had arrived he left. He had settled his dispute and was never seen at that town again.