No one would likely hurry to call Francis a Nancy again.

Frederick Remington That did it, as the man was losing big all morning. He was about to clean up and Francis had ruined it for him. He became furious, beet red in the face and he fairly screamed at Francis, throwing the cards on the table in a huff. “I ought a put a ball in you, you idiot grinnin’ fool.”

At this Francis upended a mug of beer over the man’s head. “Dude, you’re way too hot, you need some coolin’ off.” He stood over the dripping man, his hand on the butt of his six shooter as he watched the wet and angry man fume. He went for his gun and Francis buffaloed him senseless with one stroke of his six shooter’s handle.

He grinned at the rest of the players. “You boys tell him when he wakes up that he owes the jail a five dollar fine.” 

He wandered out. No one would likely hurry to call Francis a Nancy again. Allingham