The saloon doors swung open with a bang, a tall burly figure stood in the doorway.

"Howdy folks!" He greeted, his gravelly baritone voice booming through the room as he adjusts his leather belt holding his guns on either hip.

"Well, now," he drawled, "what have we here? A nice, cozy gathering of lily-livered cowards."

Chaos erupted. Shots rang out, shattering glasses and sending tables flying. Cash's laughter echoed through the chaos as he reveled in the mayhem he had wrought.