Time Traveller
You walk across to the saloon through the dust, pushing open the saloon doors and entering into the packed building. A wave of noise washes over you as you look around. A few guys are standing at the bar drinking and talking, and others are playing cards. A few shady guys sitting in the corner glare at you as you walk in, and you feel conspicious in your white lab coat.
The woman speaks to you out of the side of her mouth.
"That guy in the corner there, that's Six Gun Mike. He ain't got a good temper on him, so try not to annoy him. Let's go get a drink."
She heads for the bar, and the barman hands her a drink even before she reaches it. You realise she must be quite an influential figure in this town. You follow to the bar, but don't buy anything, just stand casually looking around the saloon.
Suddenly, the guy that the woman called Six-Gun Mike stands up and swaggers over to you, a nasty grin on his weathered face.
"Well, hey there, stranger," he says with fake friendliness, "what brings you here to this little town?"
He is standing inches from you, and very intimidating. His breath smells of beer and cigars, and you turn away.
"Not going to answer me, stranger?" Six-Gun Mike asks you. You say nothing.
"Get lost, Mike," the woman says coolly, and the man glares at her, then turns to leave. You are breathing a sigh of relief when suddenly, he spins around with a punch to your jaw. Taken by surprise, you crumple to the dusty floor of the saloon.
"I said get lost, Mike!" the woman says, stepping forward and jabbing her pistol into Mike's ribs as you struggle to your feet. Mike doesn't move, but one of his friends stands up. Another guy stands up from one of the other tables and glares at him. This situation looks like it might get out of control at any moment.
What will you do?
The woman speaks to you out of the side of her mouth.
"That guy in the corner there, that's Six Gun Mike. He ain't got a good temper on him, so try not to annoy him. Let's go get a drink."
She heads for the bar, and the barman hands her a drink even before she reaches it. You realise she must be quite an influential figure in this town. You follow to the bar, but don't buy anything, just stand casually looking around the saloon.
Suddenly, the guy that the woman called Six-Gun Mike stands up and swaggers over to you, a nasty grin on his weathered face.
"Well, hey there, stranger," he says with fake friendliness, "what brings you here to this little town?"
He is standing inches from you, and very intimidating. His breath smells of beer and cigars, and you turn away.
"Not going to answer me, stranger?" Six-Gun Mike asks you. You say nothing.
"Get lost, Mike," the woman says coolly, and the man glares at her, then turns to leave. You are breathing a sigh of relief when suddenly, he spins around with a punch to your jaw. Taken by surprise, you crumple to the dusty floor of the saloon.
"I said get lost, Mike!" the woman says, stepping forward and jabbing her pistol into Mike's ribs as you struggle to your feet. Mike doesn't move, but one of his friends stands up. Another guy stands up from one of the other tables and glares at him. This situation looks like it might get out of control at any moment.
What will you do?