Spurs jingled on his fancy cowboy boots with each step. His black low crown hat was pulled low over his eyes, showing only the bottom half of his face. A buckskin vest hung open over a blue shirt stuffed down in new jeans. His right hand never strayed far from the grip of the low riding gun on his right hip. He drew looks of respect from the people he met on the street.
He walked slowly down the sidewalk, his eyes forever searching the doorways and alleys for signs of danger. At Gilberts Grocery he stopped and glanced about before moving to the door and opening it. He stepped into the store and looked the customers over.
At his entrance, the customers stopped what they were doing and watched as he approached the counter where Mr. Gilbert was waiting.
He stopped in front of Gilbert and with his left hand removed a note and a bill from the left pocket of his vest and laid it on the counter.
He snuffed and then wiped his nose on his left sleeve. Looking up at Gilbert he said in a pleasant high pitch voice, "Mommy said to send her a pound of butter. She forgot it this morning."
Mr. Gilbert filled the order and the Gunman of Rimrock headed back home, leaving smiles and happiness behind.