The GreenhornThe year was 1869; a well-dressed, lanky and pale William J Lloyd rode atop his horse with no life in him. He was tired, hungry, thirsty, and wondered that if he ever got off that disgusting brute he was trying to ride he would never be able to walk properly again; by the way he treated his ass. He glanced at his paid traveling companion who responded with a scowl. William's partner, a short, pudgy man who owned an unsuccessful butcher shop and was desperate for money, had agreed to bring the very famous (and not in a good way) Mr. Lloyd to the newly formed Bannack, Montana, to start a dentistry business in the city. By now he realized he wasn't desperate enough. In fact, you could call this man perhaps the bravest and bravest man on planet earth, because in all of Wyoming, no one would agree to take William Lloyd. Maybe it was because William hadn't seen much more than the inside of people's mouths for most of his life. He didn't know how to hunt, how to make a fire, or even how to shoot a gun, so John Johnson, William's trail buddy, had to babysit him the entire trip. However, the only thing Lloyd knew how to do was silence John. Every time John opened his plump mouth, William realized how dirty his teeth were. As a result, there wasn't much talk between the two "comrades". They were close to their destination, John knew; just over this hill was Bannack, and in about an hour Johnson would have his money and be rid of Mad Lloyd. He chuckled to himself at the thought. As they reached the top of the hill, the sun rose behind them, illuminating the town of Bannack, and they both breathed a sigh of relief. The two travelers began... halfway through the paper...... quickly threw his hand into the holster- BANG! Wyoming 1870 “Johnson! Hey Johnson! Pete, a middle-aged man with a long mustache that reached from ear to ear, shouted. "Yes, what is it?" The Butcher responded, ripping a pig's head off its shoulders. Pete ran up to him with a piece of paper in his hand and stopped short. “He's that strange fellow, William! You know, the one you brought to Montana. Turns out he beat up a Bannack town bully in a gunfight! Here in the newspaper I say that he pulled the gun backwards and shot himself - this is the damnedest thing, the bullet hit one of his buttons and then ricocheted, flying straight into the bully's stomach! And the man died! So the guy opens a dentist's office! It's nothing! John sat there, stunned. Finally a final expression appeared on his face: “I won't believe it! I won't believe it!”