I didn't look up at the banging on my door, focused on my work as I was. But I was forced to look up when they broke the door lock and stormed in.
"Can I help you?"
The figure dumped a gun onto my anvil.
"Bullets."
I awaited further information.
None came.
"I'm a blacksmith, I don't make bullets. The general store sells about a thousand for $25."
"No, stop them."
I took a long breath.
"Well, yes, that's slightly more in my field."
I picked up the gun and, seeing it was loaded, shot him for breaking my door.
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