Cowboy

I have a bad habit of starting lots of different stories, but never finishing them. I really like the beginnings, so I thought I would post some of them. Here is one called Cowboy.

I was just sitting down to my drink when the door to the saloon blew open. Everyone turned towards it, wondering who it was. There didn't seem to be anyone there, only a tall, dark shadow of a man in a cowboy hat. The room grew silent as everyone realized who it was: Teddy Jones.
The sinister looking man placed one spurred boot into the room. Stomp. Right foot. Stomp. Left foot. Stomp. Right foot. Stomp. Left foot. People stared up at the criminal, trying to take their gaze off of the infamous horse-shoe shaped scar on his left cheek. When Teddy Jones finally reached the bar, he stared into the bar tender's eyes, willing him to flinch. Mr. Williams just stood there, looking like he was about to wet his pants when Teddy Jones let out a roar---of laughter.