(Back in the jail. Justin was sitting on the sheriff's desk trying to figure out just what he was getting into. He could shoot a gun for shit and the sheriff had just handed him a Colt Revolver and several bullets. He was watching him like a hawk and it was making Justin very uncomfortable.)

Man, why does he keep staring at me? I don't have a clue what the hell I'm doing. How on earth do I put these bullets in this thing? Guess I should have gone to more westerns or paid attention when my dad was watching all those old westerns on TV. Ok, let me see. Maybe if I push this thing. Ah ha. Well that wasn't too hard. Now put these things in. Damn, it only holds six. If I'm going to be gettin shot at there ain't no way in the world I'm going to be able to put these little bitsy things in those tiny little holes. Wonder if the sheriff has that trouble. Bet that man is cool as a cucumber under fire. Look at him, all calm and collected like this is exactly what he was expecting to find when he got here. Why do I keep staring at him anyway? I mean yeah, he's good looking. Gorgeous eyes, lean muscular body, beautiful wavy brown hair that he seemed to like to keep cut short. That's kind of strange, most of the men around here have long hair and nasty hair all over their faces. (Author's note: I have nothing against facial hair but back in this time nasty was really and truly nasty. Watch a western sometime and look at the villains with food stuck in the mustache and dirt in their beards. That's the kind of nasty I'm talking about.)

"Hey, greenhorn? You got a name or would you rather I just call you greenhorn?" the sheriff asked.

"The name's Justin."

"Nice to meet ya. I'm JC. Case ya haven't noticed I'm the only law in these parts."

"Yeah, I sorta noticed that. By the way thanks for picking me up back there. I don't know who this Richardson Gang is but they don't sound like the nicest group of folks. By the look on that Chris fella face they must be pretty mean."

"Mean is putting it mildly. Those boys have been known to kill a man just to have his woman. Sometimes the man ain't so lucky to die. When that happens it's usually worse than what the women get. They kill, rob, and thieve. You name it they do it."

"You mean they rape the women AND the men?"

"Yeah. Sometimes worse. They have a thing for men and they aren't nice about it either. Don't get me wrong I like men myself, but ya don't have to be rough and abuse them. Nobody deserves what I've seen those boys do. I wouldn't wish that kind of treatment on my worst enemy."

"Funny you should say that. Sounds like they just might be your worst enemy."

"So. Do you really know how to use that thing or are you going to be more trouble than your worth in a gunfight?"

"I don't know. Like I said before I don't have much use for these where I come from."

"Yeah. Where'd ya come from? The moon?" a strange man said as he walked into the jail. "Afternoon sheriff. You ready to face Richardson tomorrow? I know I'm looking forward to a good fight. I've been looking to kick Littrel and Carter's asses for a long time."

"Well, Joe. You'll get your chance tomorrow," a very pale man with very strange looking eyes said as he followed Chris in.

"Joe, Chris, Doc this is Justin. He's volunteered to help us out tomorrow," JC said.

"Volunteered? Huh? Who? When? When did I volunteer? Last I remember I was sitting on the back of a horse being volunteered. I don't remember saying I would help."

"You'll help or you'll die. Simple as that and that's not a threat so calm down. Those boys don't mess around. They'll chew you up, fuck you, and probably drag you back to their camp for a few more days of fucking before they kill you." The pale man, introduced as Doc spoke up.

"Well, I can't exactly get up an leave town. I don't even have a car."

"A car? What the hell is that? Is that some kinda new train or something?" Chris asks.

"Uh, yeah. I don't have one of those and I sure don't have a horse. I've never shot a gun before but I'm a fast learner and if someone would show me how, I'd be glad to help ya'll out. Don't know how much help I'll be but I can try."

"JC, you're gonna have to show him how to shoot. None of the rest of us have the time or the patience to teach a greenhorn something he should already know. How in blazes did you get so old with out havin to learn how to use a gun?" Joe asked.

"I'm from.... I'm from back east. Most folks back there don't even own guns anymore."

Damn, that was close. Almost blew it there with that car slip. Why on earth does the sheriff keep staring at me. Man, those eyes could drill holes if he wanted. He's makin me nervous.

"So sheriff. You gonna show me how to shoot this thing or I gotta figure it out myself?"

"Nah, lets go out back. We can shoot cans or something back there."

(They go around to the back of the jail and JC picks up several twigs and rocks up and lays them on top of a large log that looked like it had been used for this very thing several times.)

"So what are you doing this far west without a gun. I'm not all that sure I believe all that crap that you were spewing to my friends in there. You didn't seem to believe it yourself . So what is really going on? Don't lie either. Your eyes give you away."

"Look. I've had a very long day. I found out my girlfriend was cheating on me, I drive myself out into the middle of nowhere, my car breaks down, I have to walk 3 whole miles to the nearest gas station, I lie down to take a nap while it's being fixed and wake up in the middle of a very bad western. About the only thing else that could possibly go wrong is some guy could come up behind me and say....."

"Hey look, the Sheriff's got hisself a new playmate. Hey, Chasez who's the greenhorn. You want we should take him out to the spread and teach how to make you happy?"

"Looks like your day just got worse. Just leave the greenhorn alone, Richardson. What are you boys doin here. I thought you gave these town folks until noon tomorrow to get out of town."

(Justin stood there and watched as the man named Richardson and JC bantered. Richardson was tall, built somewhat similar to JC but had the meanest, coldest emerald green eyes that Justin had ever seen. Sitting on horses behind Richardson were a group of men that looked just as menacing. One was just about the same size as Chris but with extremely long nasty hair that had twigs and food mashed into it. The man next to him was taller, about the same size as Richardson but must have weighed a good 40 pounds more. His long blonde hair was greasy as a pig and just about as dirty, it took awhile for Justin to realize that the man's hair was actually blonde. The man to Richardson's left was just plain mean looking. He had eyes of steel and was built like a rattlesnake. He looked as if he would strike at any second. The last man didn't look like he even belonged in the same group. He was well groomed and very pleasant to look at with soft blue eyes, curly blonde hair and a preacher's collar on.)

Funny that guy doesn't look like he even belongs in this group. Why would such hardened killers need a preacher with them? Why would they want one?

(As the men rode away, swearing to wreak holly terror upon their return the next day, JC returned his attention back to Justin.)

"So, you gonna finish your story?"

"Yeah. Well, I really didn't have any right to be so pissed off at my girlfriend and now I'm feeling quite stupid for just jumping in my car and driving off like I did."

"Can I ask you a question?" JC says as he walks over and sits on the log.

Justin follows, "Sure."

"What is a car? You've mentioned it twice now. Where are you really from? You from the future or something?"

Justin looks at him with a look of disbelief and says, "Would you believe me if I said yes?"

"Let's just say I wouldn't be all that surprised."

"Why'd you say that?"

"I've always been a firm believer in time travel. They're allot of things that I believe that I don't tell people around here because it would compromise my authority, if you know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, like that thing about you liking men, or the thing about you believin in time travel?"

"Both actually. Could you imagine if those people knew I like men?"

"I suppose it could get a little ugly around here for you. Well, are you going to show me how to shoot this thing or what?"

"Got one more question for you. Then we'll work on your shootin."

"Ok, what is it?"

"You said you didn't have a right to be mad at your girlfriend. Why's that? Were you cheating on her too?"

"No but I really wasn't all that sure she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Fact is I'm not all that sure I want to spend the rest of my life with a woman. I've been noticing that I like men more than women myself lately."

"Well, maybe there is a reason you came back in time. Who knows. Ok, you ready to learn how to use that thing."

"Ready as I'm ever gonna be."

"Ok, hold it up level with your shoulder, keep your hand steady. Here let me help you. Yeah, there that's better. Now just use the tip of your index finger. Yep, just like that. Now pull the trigger. Good. Now all you have to do is shoot like that every time and you might actually live through tomorrow."

"Gee, that makes me feel so much better."

"Well, we better get back inside before they send a posse out after me. You hungry? Chris runs the bordello across the way and he's got the best chef in these parts."

"Sounds good to me. So Chris runs the bordello, you're the sheriff, it's obvious what Doc does, what does Joe do for the town? If you don't mind me askin?"

"Nope don't mind at all. Fact he'll prolly be lookin to measure ya anyway. He runs the local store, the church and he makes sure everyone gets an nice coffin for their final resting place."

"Great. That makes me feel better."

"There's something else you need to know about these guys. Doc is the best there is around here with a knife. Don't know if you noticed but he doesn't carry any guns. Joe and Chris are only second in speed to me and their aim is dead on center. These boys don't play when it comes to a good gunfight."

"So Joe and Chris rank after you. Who do you rank after? Billy the Kid?"

"Yeah, him and Richardson? Hey, Chris. Mind if we head over to your saloon and get a bite to eat and some sleep. Greenhorn's gonna need a room too."

"Needs a room and meal. What about a woman, seein as it might be your last night alive?"

"No thanks. I'd rather spend the time alone. Thanks for the offer though."

(They all stroll over, eat their dinner and head up to their rooms for bed. JC knocks on Justin's door after he makes sure the hall is clear.)