The Grinslingers

The regulars were at their corner table in the New Frontier when the stranger entered. They were sitting tilted back in their chairs, nursing the warm flat beer and listening to the old-timer spin his tales of the fast guns. At the creak and slap of the swinging door and the faint ring of spurs they turned to inspect the new arrival

“Yuh know him, old-timer?” a young man asked.