Valentine, Keane's Tavern.

Smaller but older than the Smithfield Tavern, Keane's Tavern was already in its current location when the town was first built, serving wine and food to its inhabitants and former merchants.

However, it is human nature to love the new and dislike the old, and to love luxury and simplicity, so when the town grew larger and the larger Smithfield Tavern was built, the tavern lost its former liveliness.

Thankfully, whiskey and beer are priced the same everywhere, and there's plenty to fill your stomach with easy and cheap food, so it's still a great place to stay at the Smithfield Tavern with less money in their pockets.

Today, two strange customers came to Keane's tavern.

The two patrons were dressed as gentlemen, and did not look like the characters who would come and go in a tavern like this, one wore glasses and was very rich, the other was old and thin, and had a gun belt around his waist, and the revolver in the holster was engraved with unique words and delicate patterns, which were remarkable at a glance.

The old gentleman bartender knew him, his name was Jim Calloway, he was cousins of the doctor at the town clinic, he had joined the army in his youth, his whereabouts were unknown after he was discharged from the army, and he had become a decadent drunkard under the fence a few years later; As for the fat man with glasses, he was a complete stranger, but a guy who hung out with an alcoholic was not a decent person.

"Mr. Calloway," said the fat-eyed man, who sat down at the bar, asked for two glasses of whiskey, and said to Calloway, who was already a little drunk, "and tell me more about what happened at the Tavern of Sylvia in 1876." ”

Calloway didn't say anything, but began to drink the whiskey slowly, one by one, and after a while, he was in a drunken state. Calloway is such a person, he doesn't drink much, but he still likes to drink that sip of wine, so he often gets drunk.

"Sir, sir," said the fat man, a little anxious, as he kept pushing the shoulders of Calloway, who was drunk at the bar, "please, recall what really happened in 1876 at the Tavern of Sylvia?" ”

"It's all nonsense, Plato," Calloway said, with a drunken look on his face, "it's all nonsense. ”

"That's not nonsense, Mr. Calloway," corrected the chubby man in glasses gravely, "that's history. ”

"A long time ago, the ship had sailed without a trace," said Calloway, drunkenly pouring another glass of wine, "and it would be painful to say it again, and it would be better to let it die than to be happy." ”

"Hey," a young voice interrupted their chat, as the door of the store behind them was pushed open, "Who's this friend of yours?" "This is for the fat man.

Beside him, a tall, thin Calloway lay on the table and drunkenly said something like, "Ha, remember to put this in your tattered book, great philosopher."

The fat man introduced the handsome young man who had just spoken in the tone of an opera to introduce the epic hero: "This is Jim 'Imp' Calloway, the famous Jim 'Imp' Calloway." ”

"Who?" Brandi, the young man, leaned against the bar and ordered a whiskey from the bartender.

"It's the sharpshooter," said the fat man, in a tone of pity for the young man's loneliness, "the quickest sharpshooter ever to draw a gun with his left hand, and he killed fourteen men in one fell swoop in a vicious battle in the Willow Caves. ”

Brandi looked at the tall and thin old man, who was already drunk and unconscious, and asked the fat man, "So what are you waiting for now?" ”

"What do you mean?" The fat man was puzzled.

"Ha," said Brandi, smiling mockingly, pointing to the "famous" old man, "I think even you can kill him now." ”

"Oh, I'm not going to kill him, young man," said the fat man, shaking his head, as he showed Brandy the thick notebook in his hand, "I'm going to deify him, he's a god, I'm going to write a biography of him." ”

"How's it going?" Brandi asked.

"Oh, damn it," the fat man was a little annoyed, "I'd rather duel him or I kill him and then I become the best sharpshooter in Baltimore, or he kills me and sets me free and never has to talk to him again." ”

"It seems that you have now comprehended something very important, sir." Brandi smiled and asked for another glass of whiskey.

"What?"

"The joy of being a gunslinger," said Brandi, sipping down the bartender's hand, "is called win-win, freedom and honor." ”

"This is wonderful," the fat man lifted his pen with some excitement, "I'm going to write it down, is that okay, young sir?" ”

"Absolutely." Brandi smiled.

The fat man took notes and asked, "What's your name, sir?" ”

"It doesn't matter to you or me, sir." Brandi snorted.

"Then you must be a gunslinger, right?"

"I don't deny that, but I won't fully admit it," Brandi said, "I mean, I'll try to try to shoot my opponent in the back if I need to, and everything else is." ”

The fat man looked at Calloway, who was already snoring, and asked Brandy, "Then you have at least dueled with someone, haven't you?" ”

"More often than not, watching others play this game of dueling, my dear sir," said Brandy, who also glanced at the snoring Calloway, "and I dare not say how good I am for myself, but I am sure that you waste your time on this old drunkard who spends almost all of his day drinking and getting drunk, and what you end up with is far from compensating for the time you lose." ”

"You won't bother, young sir," said the fat man, holding his glasses embedded in his fat face, "speaking of which, sir, do you look forward to making a name for yourself?" Or do you prefer money? ”

"I love them all, sir," Brandi laughed, "I mean, there are a lot of people who are burdened by fame and money, but I don't care, rather, if anyone really feels that it's a misery, I'm willing to bear it for him." ”

"Hahahaha, young sir, you have a great sense of humor, very much humor," said the fat man, who patted the cover of his notebook as he patted the cover of his notebook in his hand, "forgive me, sir, in fact, I was a little desperate, and I had high hopes for this book, but now, the collection of material is really stumbling on me." ”

He took out a list and a few photos from his handbag, handed it to Brandy, and said, "Look, here's a list of sharpshooters, and each of them is legendary, Emmett Granger, Fraco Hernandez, Billy Midknight, the beauty in black, I thought, maybe you can go and talk to them, ask them what they think of Calloway, and if they dare to say anything insulting to Calloway, ...... Just kill them, oh, I can't believe what I said, but ......"

"You mean," Brandi interrupted the fat man, "let me go find a few fools who are as pathetic and self-deluded as Calloway, and ask them if Calloway is the best, and if anyone says something disrespectful, kill them?" ”

"It sounds worse than I thought," the fat man said, a little embarrassed, "but the meaning is right." ”

"How much are you going to pay? Or in other words, in any other way do you plan to repay me? Brandi asked.

"Oh, a lot of money, sir," the fat man also became excited, "if you can really help me finish this book, I will pay you half of the manuscript for this book, and besides that, if you are interested, I can let you appear in my book and play an important role." ”

"In your cheap novel? Forget it," Brandi smiled, turned around, and waved goodbye, "Still, the price is fair, I'll do my best." ”

"Remember to take pictures, sir." The fat man stopped Brandi and handed him his camera.

Brandi looked at the camera, nodded and said, "No problem." ”

"Oh, by the way," Brandi said, as he seemed to remember something, returning to his seat, "the one named Vlaco Hernandez, you can cross him off the list." ”

"Why?" The fat man was a little puzzled.

"Because that unlucky guy is dead," said Brandi, handing over the list and a picture of Vlaco Hernandez, "and I think in a few days someone will be here to get his body for a reward." ”

"What?" The fat man was shocked, "Who killed him?" Is that you? ”

"You know, I wish that person was me, but I'm just there," Brandi said, pulling out the revolver that belonged to Vlaco Hernandez at his waist and said, "Well, it's the only relic of the legendary sharpshooter that you can look at." ”

"Vlaco Hernández is dead?!" At this time, Calloway, who had been drunk and unconscious, suddenly shouted and sat up, startling the fat man and Brandy.

"Oh my dear, Mr. Calloway, you are awake at last," said the fat man, cheerfully, "and now you can elaborate, 1876 ......"

Calloway didn't pay attention to the fat man's inquiry, but picked up the revolver on the table, looked at it carefully, and finally said, "Yes, it's his gun." For a gunman, losing a gun is no different from losing his life. ”

He looked at Brandi drunkenly, and said, "Although Vlaco is a self-righteous and lawless fool, and marksmanship is like that, but you young man can kill him, which shows that you still have some ability." ”

"Uh, Mr. Calloway, I think you've misunderstood......" The fat man tried to explain, a little embarrassed.

"Shut your pig's mouth," Calloway interrupted him rudely, and said to Brandy, "young man, do you want to know the highest meaning of marksmanship?" ”

"What do you think? Mr. Calloway? Brandi laughed a little smackwardly.

"Come outside, you'll understand," Calloway got up and staggered out the door, turning his head to see Brandi and the fat man stunned in place, and suddenly burst out into a roar, "Come outside!" ”

Outside Keane's tavern, there were already a lot of people gathered to watch the excitement at this time, because a duel was about to take place here, which was now rare.

The contrast between the two sides of the duel is very strong, one is young, the other is old, one is energetic, and the other is drunk.

Many people have recognized that the young man is Brandy Munny, a bounty hunter who has been in the limelight in Valentine for a while, and that old man is the cousin of the town doctor who only drinks and brags.

"Do you really want to do that, Mr. Calloway?" Brandi, who had already stood up and posed, asked helplessly.

"Less TM nonsense, little bastard," Calloway staggered to his feet, but the duel posture was very standard, "The sophistication and subtlety of marksmanship should be felt between life and death, and if you don't understand what death is, your marksmanship will always be half-assed." ”

"Then I wish I could go on like this," Brandi's smile grew colder, "I don't want to die young. ”

"Then you can pray that God will let you shoot me in the skull." Calloway's drunken smile was full of absolute confidence.

The two stopped talking, and their eyes locked on each other.

The people watching the battle around also held their breath, and even the horses were silent at this time, and they didn't even dare to hit one of them.

"Ready? Stinky boy? Calloway shouted drunkenly.

"Ready, old thing." Brandi responded.

"Do you need to count down?" Calloway shouted again.

"No, I don't." Brandi said.

In the next moment, the gunshots rang out, and Calloway fell to the ground.

Duels between gunners are often split in an instant. Due to the darkness, it was not clear what was going on in this duel, but the results were now clear.

The crowd dispersed, and the duel was enough for them to be a drunken conversation for days.

But our "winner" Brandi is still standing still, motionless.

His hand was still in the position of drawing the gun, but the gun was only gripping the handle, and its barrel was even colder than the wind tonight.

And the hat that had been worn on his head was gone.

"Sir, sir," said the fat man, staggering over to Brandy, waving his hand in front of his face, "you ...... You can actually ......"

"My name is Brandi Munny," said Brandi, who seemed to come back to his senses and slowly returned to his normal position, "I remember you said earlier that you could put me in your book, right?" ”

The fat man didn't know why Brandi was mentioning this, and he said, "Yes...... Yes, sir, but ......."

"I now give you the power to write me into the book," said Brandy, turning back to the tavern, "you go and get Mr. Calloway in, I intend to stay with you for a few days." ”

The fat man was a little surprised and said, "But, Calloway, he ......."

"Why are you so blinded when you wear an extra pair of glasses," said Brandy, pausing at the tavern door, "Mr. Calloway just fell asleep, and I lost the duel just now." ”

On the muddy path, Calloway snored like thunder.