"Y' know, there are only two kinds of people in the world — those with a loaded gun... and those who dig their own grave."

A haunting, gruff voice was slightly heard. It's not loud, but-

BAM.

Gunshots. Shrieks. Screams. Terror.

And before you can even glance, the cowboy's already in front of you. The man who shot three people that you heard. He points his gun at your head.

"Care explaining who you are, now? You one of 'em?"