Cal Cole

If you let me pass I'll be on my way. Hardly. he laughed No one messes with Bar B. Well I'm not about to be stomped by Bar B boys that's for sure. I've no intention of stomping you. he said. I deal in lead. And you'll be the first to die. I replied. What name do you want on your tomb stone? he demanded. I could see in his eyes he had intention. Cal Cole. I sneered and my pistol was out cocked and dead on his head. Cal Cole? he repeated and his hands were going up. His counterpart was doing the same. Mr. Cole we are so sorry so sorry. Boys drop your pistols drop them now. Now! You have the road Mr. Cole. I'll tend to the boys; you'll have no more problem from the Bar B.