Dan paused in front of the next door. A sudden twinge gave him pause, making him hesitate. He glanced over his shoulder. Something didn't feel right. A life spent committing murder had given a knack for sensing murderous intent in others, and right something vicious was burning in the distance.
Carefully, he reached into his coat and drew out his Colt. Was this something he wanted to meet out in the open or at close quarters?
He turned and walked into the middle of the street, balancing his gun over his shoulder. Long-range it was.
He had to admit it -- he was itchin' for a fight. That old killer urge was flowing back to him, triggered by the savage presence approaching. Yeah... this would be fun.