Kid

“Hey Mister, whachadoin?”

My hand immediately flew to my iron, until I made sure that it was a kid standing behind my horse, at which point I moved my hand away from my iron a couple inches.

“Watch it kid, Frost’s got a nasty kick.”

“Why’s your horse called Frost, Mister?” he asked in that same annoying voice.

I turned to tell him to fuck off when I heard the gunshot. I jumped behind the water trough, looking for whoever dared to try taking out the East Coast Kid.

Turns out they just wanted to take out the actual kid…