Reeves had come in about five minutes before the first fight. Two cowhands got into it over a saloon girl and almost went for their guns. Clint and Reeves didn’t make them change their minds, just their location. “You wanna kill each other?” Reeves asked. “Do it outside,” Clint said, and they tossed both men out the door. Next, two cowboys started a fight over two bits somebody had left on the bar. Clint and Reeves threw them and the two bits out into the street. * * * Later, Bat Masterson said, “I’ve had more beer these last few days than I’ve ever had before.” “I know what you mean,” Clint said, swirling what was left at the bottom of his mug. Luke Short, who had joined them just a few minutes before, said, “Maybe we should just rush that room and get it over with.” “We’d have to go against Trench and his guards,”
