Decorative Hardware

One of those full moon nights as I rode the old mare into town.  The saloon looked full and I was a bit on the thirsty side, especially since the trail was so hot and dry earlier.  I went straight to the bar and ordered a cold beer.  Sure does taste good as I took my last swallow.

There was an older well dressed cowboy 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 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 trouble 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.