Emmett heads for a spot at the bar, but Paden, who is taking in the scene with relish, stops in his tracks, staring across the room.
WHAT HE SEES. Through the moving jumble of bodies and the heavy smoke, Paden’s hat with its silver band, floating atop an unseen head at a poker table.
Paden adjusts the old gun stuck in his belt and goes in that direction.
At the table a heavy game is in progress. An UGLY COWBOY is wearing Paden’s hat. Paden plants himself across the table from the man. In seconds, Paden’s posture brings things to a halt. Quiet ripples out across the room. The Ugly Cowboy looks up and recognizes Paden.
You’re wearing my hat. What else you got that’s mine?
I don’t know what you’re talking about, mister.
He shifts a little in his chair. His right hand slides off the table. Bystanders back away. Emmett watches from the
I hope your hand isn’t tickling my ivory-handled Colt.