by Raymond Alexander Kukkee
"Check your gun, Mister?...'Ya gotta check it " the weak voice wavered.
"I don't hand my .44 to anyone without asking why".
"It's just a rule, this here hotel has rules, it's the finest hotel in Dodge"
"I don't just follow rules, I make it my business to ask 'why?' "
"That is what I asked, isn't it...."
The clerk shrugged. "I dunno,....that is, ...I dunno."
The .44 clicked and the clerk's eyes widened.
"Then get outta my face, boy" the unwashed man indicated the revolver. He spun the cylinder.
"Please Mister, you don't have to do that".
The man turned, an ugly scowl on his face.
The clerk gasped in relief as the door closed behind the dusty cowboy.
Is that Incoming I hear?
"Check" at a word count of 122, meets Red's M3 Flash Fiction Challenge word count limitation of 125.