Decorative Hardware

One of those Cloudy full moon nights as I rode the old White mare into town.  The saloon looked full and I was a bit on the thirsty side, the heat had dried me to the bones.  I went straight to the bar and ordered a Shot of Whiskey and had my canteen filled.  Sure does taste good as I took the shot and drained the water down.

There was an older well dressed fella in a long blue overcoat at the other end of the bar staring straight at me with hate written all over his face.  He was one mean lookin cowboy and I had no intention in startin a brawl. He was wearing a very fancy six shooter on his belt, you might say a showy piece of decorative hardware with a bullet in it waiting to send me hell at any given moment.  What is this guys problem I thought to myself…………..and then I woke up from a heavy sleep still shaking from a bad dream.  All I could think about was that hardware.  It was the decorations that had made that cowboy, not the man hiding behind them.