Time Traveller
Saddling up, you ride into the town with the outlaws. Your nerves jittering as much as you are in the saddle, you arrive into the town amid a cloud of choking dust.
One of the men pats you on the back as you climb numbly down from your horse and offers you a toothy grin.
"If'n they give you any jip," He says, "Shoot 'em in the knee. Always works."
"Right. Knee. You got it," You say, trying to keep your cool.
You head for the wooden door and shove it open. The interior of the bank is just like in those Western movies, wooden slat construction, tall dividing wall with wrought iron bars between you and the clerks.
Your gun is concealed beneath your lab coat. A clerk arrives from a side door and greets you with a pleasant smile.
"Can I help you, sir?" He asks.
This could be a chance to escape, and avoid dying in the chaos of the wild west. What do you do?
One of the men pats you on the back as you climb numbly down from your horse and offers you a toothy grin.
"If'n they give you any jip," He says, "Shoot 'em in the knee. Always works."
"Right. Knee. You got it," You say, trying to keep your cool.
You head for the wooden door and shove it open. The interior of the bank is just like in those Western movies, wooden slat construction, tall dividing wall with wrought iron bars between you and the clerks.
Your gun is concealed beneath your lab coat. A clerk arrives from a side door and greets you with a pleasant smile.
"Can I help you, sir?" He asks.
This could be a chance to escape, and avoid dying in the chaos of the wild west. What do you do?