It was just some time past midnight when it went down. Between the whiskey, the hookers, the cards and blind black man playing the piano there arose a sudden confrontation. Broncho Billy Anderson was downing his tenth beer when a hairy palm grasped his shoulder and a raspy, cigar smelling voice uttered multiple expletives. No rhyme or reason could explain the situation other than the fact that the culprit, Wild Ray Corrigan, didn’t like Broncho’s face and wished to have it expressed. If you have never been in a bar fight it’s hard to explain exactly how it escalates from a simple exchange of words to a crazy brawl. Some say the chairs started flying first, but I know it started with a pool cue being broken over Corrigan’s head. As any good cowboy who witnesses a fight in their vicinity, it is part of the code to join as quickly as possible with no regard for the side you are fighting for, as long as you lay a couple of suckers out. And into the dawn they fought. The only real loser was the bar owner, whose place of establishment was wrecked beyond recognition and the hookers who didn’t have a single customer for the rest of the night and sat around in a circle discussing the latest ‘Gossip Girls’ episode.
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