The Man in Grey, for whatever they called him that for he may never know, probably something really dramatic, swung off his horse and turned to face the saloon.
"We're finally 'ere partner. I tells ya, took more than long enough" wheezed his companion, a handsome, slightly older fellow, 25 years of age, possessing a surprisingly kept moustache and beard alike to match his classic heavy duster/ Stetson combo, with his once refined voice now raspy and gravelled, fuelled from his smoke filled lungs.
"Don't celebrate just yet, there's all the chance you could drop from an asthma attack before we even step inside" Grinned the Man.
"Well then, let's get in dere quickly now"
"Uhh... About that Clayton, I was thinkin' maybe you should stay behind for this one, I can't risk ya havin' an attack if we get in a rumble"
Clayton looked up with a hard, blue stare "This may well be our last rodeo together, partner, you know I ain't missing this for nuthin'". Their eyes locked for a few, long seconds, until they both broke a smile, nodded and fell into their standard, shoulder to shoulder and step to step as they swung open the doors to the dancing lights within.
 
The saloon, as per usual, was packed. People of all kinds came milling around the cracked tables, some with half filled mugs of ale, roaring with laughter, and others of untouched bottles of wine instead dealing in hushed whispers and unmarked bags. Someone's really gotta deal with that he thought to himself as he shook his head and went over to Clayton, who, as usual, had already moved to the bar.
"Hehehe, alright then two whiskeys comin' right up darl" chirped the barkeep as she swept to the other end of the table.
"Already workin' your magic there, eh Clay" smirked the Man as he swung up on the seat beside.
"Y'know, you can get that scarf off ya face now, we're inside. Anyway, all three of 'em, lodged in one of da rooms upstairs, fit the bill and tipped a lil extra to tell no-one they're there"
"By the eye, is that a new record, and how'd you even get her to tell ya all that so quickly?"
"No" he said with a wink.
"No?"
"No, that definitely ain't a record" Clayton breathed, reaching forward to grab the small cup placed in front of him. "Thank ye kindly" he said tipping his Stetson slightly as she sauntered away with a smile. "Course, this means I gotta go see her when this is all done, but then again , I ain't complainin''" he said as he downed his cup with one quick move.
"Hey! That's no way to respect a good whisky, you gotta-" the Man protested as his companion gave a coy smile, flashed a key, then drained his cup too.
"Come now, we got work to do partner!" Clayton turned before any protest could be made, and headed for the stairs.
One of these days, thought the man to himself as he sighed, whipped his jacket back on, and headed towards his friend.
 
They both moved up the building with quiet steps and each, a hand to their gun. Clayton placed a hand to his companions chest and pointed the key to a door. The man nodded.
Three fingers. Two fingers. One. The door slammed open as the two men charged forwards revolvers drawn. "You move, we shoot."
"The fukin' Man in Grey! The stories really are true" growled the woman in the middle, looming well over all others in the room.
"Hey! I'm 'ere too y'know" Clayston said, sweeping his weapon across the three.
"Damn that blasted Barkeep" Sighed the skinny elven man on the left as he raised his hands, resulting from even more growls from the middle woman.
"Cut-throat Cass and her crew, you're under arrest"
"By who's authority, you ain't no sheriff" snapped the well dressed woman to the right.
"By the authority of our guns, i'd wager" retorted Clayton with a taunting smile.
...
"Y'know this ain't ending without a fight, doncha" said the Elf the left giving a sad look.
"Now I see no reason fo-" Spluttered The Lawman in Grey as a invisible forced knocked the wind straight from his stomach and launched him straight out of the room, as Clayton dove behind a support pillar, firing once straight into Cass's shoulder.
"You'll fucking pay for that, you rat!" howled Cass as she threw herself behind the bed and unslung her shotgun.
"You good there, partner?" shouted Clayton in between scoring a hit to the Elven man's leg and taking one to the gut. "AHH FUCK"
The Lawman in Grey forced himself to his feet, drastically looking around for a less exposed position as a slurry of bullets hailed over his head and rolled next to his friend, "You hurt?"
"N-nah, nuthin too bad" he replied taking a swig off his hip flask, re-sealing the wound.
"You're fucked now, better just hop out and let this be quick" Snarled Cass blasting a chunk of wood right next to Claytons face.
The Lawman scanned left and right, closed his eyes and shut the world out. He opened his ears, but only to what mattered, he had to wait just a little longer... There. The scrape of a rifle against the wall as it's raised, just the opening he was looking for. A quick poke out, and BANG, leaving the head of the well dressed woman to stain the wall. Another sound, a step forwards as the Elf makes his peek, but The Lawman was faster. BANG as another body slumped forward, followed by a guttural howl and thudding footsteps from the bed, shotgun aimed straight at the Lawman's position.
"YOU NEVER SHULDA CAME AFTER ME, I GO, YOU'RE SURE AS HELLS COMIN' WITH"
BANG, a shot from the side as the last body dropped.
"I told ya not to forget about me" shrugged Clayton with a wheezy laugh as he surveyed the room with a look of satisfaction. "Can't lie, i'm really gonna miss that shootin' of yours"
"You don't have to go yet, you could stay for a while longer"
"Hehe, and have to clean this up with ya, no thanks partner. And anyway, if I stay now, I might never leave" he grinned.
"Well, in that case, until we meet again, my friend" said the Lawman putting out a hand.
"Nah, fuck that." smiled Clayston, pulling him in for a hug. "Until the next time, partner." he said, tipping his Stetson as he walked out of the room.
 
"Wha- wha", came the voice of a small man poking his head through the door "O-oh, it's you, The Man in Grey! Is... was that the cut-throat?!"
"Nah" The Lawman replied, whipping the scarf off his face. "Don't call me that, call me Sheriff... Sheriff Shaun."