The Bride Comes to Yellow Sky


With a sign I walk to the door and bar it behind Davy's kid. He might as well hunker down with the rest of us here. He may as well hunker down here, no reason to be walking around outside while Scratchy is drunk out of his mind.


As I make my way back to the bar, I can here that  drummer kid as panic begins to set in. Never been around guns before from the sound of it, much less in the way of a bullet before. Poor kid, it's a different world around here, not like those cities.


Break down the door? He can try, but no one that drunk could ever manage enough strength to break it down. His bullets are another matter though, it's possible they may wriggle through. Once he starts shooting at it though, that drummer better get down quick, don't want him getting hurt in his first day in town.


The guys are beginning to get irritated, it's bad enough dealing with Scratchy when he's walking around with his guns, but without the marshal here, the man could kill some one, they don't need that drummer reminding them.


Soon the nerves come for me too. Like a thousand ants are running up my spine. I grab my rifle quietly, don't want to alarm anyone, not that they aren't already wishing they had their own guns on them. I see the drummer, poor kids shaking to and fro. It would be better if he was behind the bar with me, so he could duck behind it in case. Don't know what I'm so worried about. I can just imagining that monster breaking down the door with a kick. He can't though, I know it. He's tried three times already.


I know Scratchy is one of the best shots there is here, and that don't make me feel any better. I find my self telling all this to the drummer. I remember that last time Scratchy got drunk, and the marshal shut him up with a bullet in the leg. I see the kid's eyes get wide, as he realizes how helpless we all are. Must be scared out of his wits.


I can hear him shouting down the street, slowly marching up the street. I imagine him swinging his pistols around his head.  As he gets closer I begin to make out his words, he wants a fight. Probably doesn't even know that the marshal isn't here to fight him and put him back in his place. What was so important in San Antonio that he had to leave for there. Now of all times.