Incident at the Horsehead Frontier Saloon

by Ari Collins


"Buncha Sol-lickers, with your imported beer... and your imported women!" He poured his drink down Sally's uniform, stood up, and started backing out the door, devolver in hand. "I'm going back where there's decent space between your star and your neighbor's, and what's coming to you don't go nowhere else." He snorted. "'Frontier Saloon.'"