The action in the noisy bar grinds to a halt. The piano player keeps his jaunty tune jangling for another two seconds and ceases suddenly, cringing. At the poker table, one player drops his hand and stares, his toothpick hanging. Two of the girls in the back put their heads together and make a comment you can't hear. The bartender stops polishing his glass. Across from him, the dusty cowboy doesn't look at you, but opens the snap on his holster.