Dew Drop Inn Shooting

Out in the county we used to have this place called the Dew Drop Inn. It wasn't an inn at all (it was what we used to call a dive); four walls, a roof, and a dirt floor. They sold beer, mostly in cans, and had at least one violent disagreement a night. Occasionally they had to call for an ambulance to pick up what was left of the one that came out on the short end of the fight. One night this fellow named Harvest Hollington was playing the pinball machine and had racked up a lot of wins which meant he had a lot of free games to play. It was three o'clock in the morning and the man that managed the place was ready to go home. He told Harvest to finish up, but with all those games left to play he was of no mind to leave. The man told him if he didn't stop right then and there he was going to shoot him. Harvest just laughed. Well, the manager did pull out a small pistol, aim for the seat of Harvest's pants, and pull the trigger. Luckly, Harvest had a wallet crammed full of papers, sugar packets, and other assorted things that a wild young fellow might carry around. He also had two one dollar bills, but I doubt they helped to slow the bullet too much. Anyway the bullet came through the wallet and lodged in the buttocks of our pinball player. An ambulance was called and Harvest was hauled off to Harper General where he was stitched up and sent home. After about a year his limp was hardly noticeable.