Chapter 2:
Wade set his cup down on the bar and said "Leave this here. I'll be back for it soon."
He got up, checked that his pistol was loaded and with a slight stumble to get his balance at first, he began to mosey towards the exit. When he finally reached the swinging doors he looked back in, grinned, and tipping his hat up with his fingertips and calmly said "Back in a flash."
The few other patrons in the bar scurried to the door to watch the duel, but the other members of the 118K gang stayed put, as if this weren't worthy of their attention at all.
About a minute later the sound of a single gunshot could be heard, with the near simultaneous ping of metal being hit by a bullet. And then the sound of scurrying footsteps and a horse riding off.
One of the spectators still standing at the door turned inwards and said "He shot the gun right out of his hand!"
He and the other spectators then stepped back to make room for Wade to re-enter.
Wade reholstered his gun as he strolled back in, sat back in the chair and shot back his whisky. "Today, the 118K Gang stays," he half proclaimed and half muttered. "Gimme another."