Cowboy: Science Fiction

Boots out of whack and a wild night in the rack, that's all he knew about the cowboy who'd sauntered into The Hitching Post as if it were a regular Western bar instead of, well, not a regular Western bar. The cowboy'd looked fresh off the range, with dust on his boots and a dented Stetson and jeans that looked like they'd been ridden hard and put away wet, just like pretty much all the other patrons in The Hitching Post were fantasizing about doing to that cowboy once they'd waited the half-breath to see if he'd react badly when he figured out where he was. Big Stevie, the bouncer, moved a lot closer to the door, and Little Stevie, the bartender, slid his hand under the bar to touch the shotgun he kept there. You never could tell with a real redneck cowboy whether he was going to be cool with everything--and when a cowboy was cool, he kept his cool no matter what--or if he was going to flip out and think he had gay cooties just from walking into the bar and the only known cure was an ass-whupping inflicted on the nearest gay man.


Inspiration: Mondegreens (maybe) in "Punks (Krafty Kuts Remix)" - Elite Force
Story potential: Medium
Notes: My default characters aren't male or female, but they sure are heterosexual! Though I don't know the ratio of hetero to other. Perhaps I should consider that more. And generally do a quick ratio check on gender, orientation, race when writing in an extant so that I have a framework to match, if I so choose. Maybe. (Well, that's not entirely true, I do tend to default male for minor characters, something to work on.) Also, there's is something awfully odd about that cowboy.