"This is private land, pardner." He sneers through the door of his home in the woods once you knock.

"So, I suggest you leave 'fore I decide t' do what I USUALLY do t' trespassers."

You crack a lame joke about coming inside for coffee instead, and the cowboy's temper didnt wait to show. As he opens the door just enough to point his gun at you.

"WELL? WHAT IN TARNATION COULD YA POSSIBLY WANT?. I'd love to put a .44 between your eyebrows." He spats out with venom.