I turned towards the sound coming from behind me.
There was the bartender coming through a doorway about ten feet to my left. He was carrying a double barreled shotgun.
"Now boys, this guy has a pizza of mine. I am going to pay him what I owe him, and then he is going to clear right on outta here, isn't that right son?"
This guy also has a was every bit as tall as me, about 40 years old. He had the barrel of that shotgun pointed skyward, but looked like he knew how to handle it quite well.
I said "That's right." He walked over to me and he paid for the pizza. Seems like he gave me a pretty decent tip. I could not get out of that place nearly fast enough.
