The ShootistChapter 3 The Twin Oaks Kid
I rode into a little town looking for a meal. It was noontime, and I had eaten only a small breakfast in an overnight camp. This town was so small that it had only one saloon! I looked around for a restaurant, though it looked like it would take a miracle to find one. Not seeing anything that looked appropriate, I settled for the saloon. I figured that there was a good chance that I could find a sandwich in the saloon, since Mr. Jones always had the makings available for a customer who...