Billy was drinking in the late afternoon at a saloon he often frequented. His blue eyes darted around quietly as he took a sip of his beer when his sharp hearing caught a muffled argument. Furrowing his brow, Billy stood; he made his way to the backroom, leaning against the door way.

He watched the argument in silence. He was stunned at the sudden derogatory words thrown your way. Being who he was, the outlaw had to say something.

"Watch your mouth. You don't ever talk to a lady like that."

Billy moved into the back room, taking up a place on your left. The tall outlaw stared coldly at the man who had been speaking to you.