This one is for the stoybooks...

So in the aforementioned bar a big man comes in before I have managed to attract the attention of the proprietor. We start talking, mostly about Vegas. Then he asks me what I am looking for and I say lunch as truthfully as a starving man. He then says that he just cooked up beans and pork in his home and I am more than welcome to it. He does not even seem to be thinking of going there him self. I get a bit surprised but keep my calm and ask if he is serious. Which he assures me he is. Knowing my brother being quite particular about his food I think we better eat in the bar anyway. But before I know it the Cowboy has told me and my brother about this cow that he needs to catch today because her foot is bad and now we are leaving the bar carrying a soda in our hands while he has a glass of whiskey with ice. We get into thebig Pick-Up truck that also has a horse trailer w/ horse and two dogs on the back. I actually ask if I should change to real shoes instead of the flip-flops that I wear but he just says that it will be all-right. And off we go. There is an automatic pistol, .32-caliber on the wind-shield together with the Cowboys whiskey glass. Before I know what is about to happen the Cowboy cocks the gun while driving to the sound of the ice rocking about in his whiskey glass on top of the cars dashboard. He aims out of the window and fires a round to my ears complete amazement. Then he asks if we want to try and shoot it. We both respectfully decline. And this is just the beginning...