He ties his horse’s reins to a post outside a saloon and walks in. He pauses just inside the swinging doors and surveys the raucous room.

All heads turn as silence descends. The cowboy confidently approaches the bar and orders one shot of ‘Red eye’.

All eyes are still on the cowboy as hushed whispers float up around the room.

The cowboy gently places his glass on the bar, turns around, scans the room and then slowly walks outside. The room returns to its loud chatter and the pianist starts to play again.

The cowboy’s horse is nowhere to be seen. He growls to himself.

After a few moments the doors swing violently open - the cowboy stands there once again and raises his voice above the din -

“If my horse ain’t outside after I’ve downed three shots of ‘Red-eye’, the same things is gonna happen here as what happened in Dodge City!”

There’s silence once again as the cowboy makes his way to the bar. After downing each shot he slowly stares menacingly across the room making eye contact with anyone who dares look at him.

After the last shot he slams his glass down and makes his way outside.

His horse has been returned.

He jumps up on his horse and just before he starts to ride on, a small boy runs out from the bar and yells -

“Hey Mr! What happened in Dodge City!?”

Without looking at the boy he lowers his head and grits his teeth..

“I had to walk home…”