I can hear spaghetti western music playing as the two gunfighters close on each other on the dusty store- front lined street. This fights been brewing for a while. The rich cattleman lenders vs the gold panning drifter from lovelock. The towns people all ran for cover (day traders) and the deputies (longs) stayed at the courthouse, unwilling to get caught up in this fight.

Lender: 'Drifter, there's only one way your squatin on my property, and that if you give me some of that gold you've been pannin.' Drifter: 'Lender, you ain't getting my gold, I worked too hard fer it. But, Ill give you an IOU. My names good with the town folk, ask em'.

Aside: Turns out the town folk ain't so loyal, and you can hear the shudders slammed shut and locked. (sp falling)

Drifter: 'Well it comes down to the gold I guess. How much is it gonna take to clam you up?'

Lender: 'If you can't cough up 666 Oz by months end, then I'm gonna put a gun to the heads of your lovely townfolk, and take that IOU. Every month you don't put out, I'm gunna do it again. And I'm gunna keep lookin for ya until you do'!

Drifter: 'Thats not fair to the townfolk, they done nothing to you'.

Lender: Life ain't fair Drifter. You better get pannin.