The Saloon Story

Back then, in the good old times, they all had guns, or at least some of them...
Two men in black were walking down the path. One of them had even shaved. The stone face of the other looked like that of Napoleon after Waterloo. He enjoyed no talking. He barely mumbled in a low, angry voice: "We go there."

And then the two men went into the 3 Kugeln. The dreadful music stopped. Silence. Hesitant eye contact with the public.
Only the barman kept drying the old whiskey glasses.
"Two", ordered the shaved man dryly. "Do you want one?", he turned bluntly to a random local on his left side. "Yes". "Greedy bastard", and he shot the scared stranger. "Do you want one?", he turned to the one to the right. "No"."Impolite to the bones", and he shot him too.
A short figure was hiding in the corner, and shaking...





Did anyone survive in the saloon story?