It was obviously clear to Trinity that Yukon was still pissed off at him for giving away the final batch of whisky. Why else would he set him up the minute he moseyed into town? Trinity noticed three well dressed bounty hunters get up from the table behind him and turned to get a good look. “Yup, they are definitely part of the Clan”, Trinity thought. Lucky for him he had stopped in a silver mining town the week before and stocked up on powder and lead, not mention silver. In one move, Trinity produced a sawed off shotgun and preceded to drop the three strangers in the back of the bar. Before the bartender could swallow his tobacco, Trinity threw 1 silver coin on the bar and finished his shot of watered down whisky and headed out the swinging doors of the saloon. As he entered the barbershop, Yukon asked, “What took you so long?” Trinity replied, “Did you notice that the three bounty hunters were part of the Clan?” “So is this lousy barber”, he replied. Trinity noticed the bleeding clump on the ground. “This whole town is one big den for the Clan.” Trinity glanced at the man on the floor, pulled out his customized colt 45 and discharged one round into his skull. He then turned and looked out the window and said, “You know what Yukon? I hate stinking werewolves”. “It’s not the werewolves that stink Trinity, it’s you! It smells like you have been rolling around in bison scat again”. With a smile Trinity responded, “Your right, but they didn’t smell me this time did they?”

Posted by Yukon Jack on June 14, 2002 at 10:19
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