"Where's McGrew?" he growled. Someone gasped.
"Who's asking, grandpa?" a black-hatted gunslinger sniggered.
"Sonofagun – you stole the toys!"
"Back to your care home, fatso,"
"Draw," the stranger said. "Shoot, thieving little coward!"
Everyone else hit the floor.
McGrew fired: the lights went out, then another shot. When the lights went up again, McGrew lay dead on the floor.
The stranger patted his stomach. "Fat? – triple-strength Kevlar! Handy stuff." He left, carrying a sack of toys.
Those left behind gazed in wonder. "Who was that red-caped man?"