Silver Coins

Silver coins piled on the table just enough to get him through nights of sleeping in the stable working daylights with the crew. He had killed the great Falzini fastest gunman in the west, first he blew away his wienie next slug hit him in the chest. He would hang if they did catch him though the Sheriff was a drunk, and the one who could just match him had been taken from his bunk. Suddenly, the horses heard him, sneaking in just like a thief. Half asleep it briefly stired him then he came to major grief. Bullets from a big revolver tend to shorten human lives this one was a problem solver. He had come to take the coins.