Two please!

“Give me two of your fine ladies for the night,” Snake half-slurred. “And you’ve got yourself a DEAL!”

"Whoa there cowboy!" Ruby laughed.

"I think the lovely Miss Alicia and Miss Maria will do just fine." Snake interrupted.

"Let's get some clarity now shall we?" Ruby stopped him. "You can get five fucks from ONE of my girls. So..."

"WELL I'LL MAKE YOU ANOTHER DEAL!" Snake blurted out. "Gimme a night with TWO of your girls and I'll bring in the leader of those bandidos ALIVE so he can face JUSTICE!"

"You gals can even watch him swing after the trial," Snake continued, taking another swig of bourbon.

Every fair eyebrow in the room rose in surprise.

"You do know that you'd be going after 'Filthy' Phil McGill," The Minnesotan Kristina said. "The most wanted man in Cheyenne."

"And the fastest gun!" The one named Molly added. "He shot down three Marshals in Montana when they tried to arrest him. Poor fellas were dead even before they reached for their guns."

"I'm faster," Snake boasted. His hand then shot to the holster at his side, drawing the Single Action Army pistol with a lightning-like quickness.

Snake then started twirling the six-gun with his finger as if he were a pistolero in Buffalo Bill's Wild West show. He even tossed his peacemaker around his back and over his shoulder, catching it as it fell in front of him. He ended the display with a toss twirl of his gun into his holster.

"See?" Snake asked "Impressed or what?"

"Or what," Ruby sighed. "Listen Snake, I know I'm asking a lot of you. But even I won't have you do something that's sure to get you killed. Just shoot all these bastards dead and ..."

"My WORD is my BOND Ms. Ruby!" Snake interrupted again. "If Robert Lee 'Snake' Jackson says something it's as good as DONE! Good as GOLD! So we got a deal or what?"

"Alicia, Maria," Ruby said sheepishly. "Please entertain Mr. Snake the best you can. It'll be a while before he gets another taste of woman. If ever."