"Four nanoseconds." Znn sipped their wine. In four hundred years they'd never developed a taste for whiskey. We sat at our usual table in my saloon, watching yet another saddle-sore cowboy tie up his horse in front of the trough before stepping inside. He was looking for a fight. The prospector rose to oblige him.
I was literally spellbound. Great story!! And I fear the ending may be all too true 😥