Just another job

The bar was almost empty. Not very surprising, it was still early that Wednesday evening, the sinking sun was shining into the room covering everything in beautiful shades of orange and red.
The jukebox switched to “Satisfaction” and he smiled before taking another small sip of bourbon, running down his throat to make it burn worse then the heat outside.
He took a look around that bar, the country-style tables, the sandy wooden floor, the red walls covered with pictures showing hunting scenes, rifles hanging next to stuffed buffaloes-heads and the not to be missed Southern-States-Flag.
He wondered why the hell he is doing that.

But then the door opened and the waiting was over. There was no doubt that the man entering was the one he was told to meet. About 5´4” were stepping in, wearing an enormous Cowboy Hat with fitting boots, belt and necklace. After taking a chewing look around he decides to order two glasses of whisky, turning to the bartender.
A last sip of bourbon emptying the glass and he was on his way up to that fat cowboy.
He took a look in the mirror hanging right next to the door as he walked by, for a short moment he saw the Grim Reaper and he seemed to smile at him.
He concentrated back on the new arrival and raised his gun as he came closer.

The bang of the gun still echoed in her head as she woke up.