Stranger in town

We arrive at the town finally, me and my boy.  it’s a little ride to get here so we only make the ride when he have to.  The town is a small little town where we all know each other from around these parts.  We trot on over to the general store to grab some supplies for the homestead.   We jump off the side ways walking horse embarrassed I cannot get the horse to walk straight and tie him up before we head on in.  The lad was a lankey little fellow with a mutton of hair and some raggedy jeans covered in dust.  The father a great cowboy and a proud man had a stutt like no other.  He was a confident gunslinger and always carried his two old colt 45’s on his hips.  They grabbed what they needed and headed on out.  The father flipped the boy a nickel and told him to get lost as he headed on over to the saloon for his fix before the ride back.
He left the horse at the general store and sloshed across the muddy road to the Bulls Eye Inn and Saloon.  A newish establishment but definitely a run down little building.  A great hustle and bustle can be heard from a bit away from the place as people haad a great time.  He walked through the door and they patrons looked a him with a nod.  Just as he got to the bar the tender put his drink in his hand, a glass of warm whiskey.  The one different thing about a regular known place was a man in the corner that he hadn’t known.  He had a briefcase that he had opened on the edge of the table with cards and guns stacked pleasantly in it.  Two familiar faces sat at the table with this unknown man playing cards with him.  He could here the groins coming friend his friends at the table.  He knew instantly they must be down in money.  He shook his head as to think these fella’s were foolish for playing.  The man obviously was a cad shark who hustled small time town folk like these friends of his.  He walked over to the table with one hand holding the whiskey and the other close to his hip.
“Howdy partner, I’m James, whatcha name?” He stated as he got to the table.
“Whatsit tooya James, ya wanna play cards or ya juss wanna waste muh time?” The stranger grumbled back.
“This heer muh town fella and juss wanna know who yer are and what game ya playen.” James confidently barking back as he pulled out a chair.  “Deal me in.”
He through down a spot money on the table trading for a ivory chip.  You can’t be as fool in this game seeing how there is no numbers on the cards.  Don’t matter anyway half the people can’t read anyhow.  James could see his two friends were down on their luck so he was thinking this man was a no good cheating fellow who passes through these kinds of towns taking the folk for anything their worth and scooting on out of here.  James was definitely on heightened senses to look for any sort of fowl play by this unknown man.
“My names Buck, ya that’s what they call me.” The stranger muttered.  “Yer shure ya want in their James, Imma havun a lucky day sir.”
James thought this here man was calling him out, “I don’t belive in luck, I make muh own luck their Buck.”
The stranger laughed and dealt on.  They all slowly flipped the card up so no one could see them.  They shuffled through the five cards trying to making something out of nothing.  The stranger looked nervous as he had James staring him down out the corner of his eye.  James went on playing out the hand knowing that Buck had it set up so he could read the backs of the cards.  That is why he could win he knew what we all had in our hands.
“Well now Buck Imma give ya three seconds here to give muh friends here back thur money.” James stood up throwing the cards on the table.
“Oh is that right.  I wonnum fair and sqaure their James.  We wur fine until ya here decided to mosie on over here stickun yer head in other peoples business.” Buck stood stacking his money and packing his things up.
“Were you think yer going.” James noticed he was looking for a get away.
Just then the stranger bolted out threw the front down and to the alley between the saloon and the blacksmiths shop.  James hot on his tail he had the alley blocked off.  The stranger was ready for a fast get away with his horse standing in the alley and not tied up.  The mark of a cheater.  James hadn’t drawn out his colt yet but he was definitely fixing to.  The stranger was a sneaky fellow so he kept a sharp eye but not sharp enough he had rigged a hidden gun in the saddlebags. The stranger was ready to fire it at an empty handed James when James boy came out into the strangers blind spot.  He saw him fixing to shoot and the straggly boy pulled him down off the horse into the mud stricken earth.  James was shocked at his boy and ran over to aid his boy.
“He’s got a gun in his saddlebags pop and he was ready to shootcha.” The boy said
“Thanks sonny boy I didn’t even know it.” James spoke thankfully back.
The two dragged this dirt bag to the town holding cell at the sheriffs and flung him in behind the bars.  The metal clanked closed with a sqeeeeek.
“Here ya go sheriff, this one muh boy got, a no good cheating sidewinder.” James said as him and his boy left the sheriffs and high tailed it back home.