[ He realizes a moment too late that his hat is not on his head where it should be. He’d kept it draped over his face while he slept and his scramble to his feet saw the damn thing to the floor.
Truly, he should have known better when he selected this as a hiding place. Only one way in, only one way out, which is a detriment for a man like him. (Of course, the horse proved that the silo is on its last leg, and a few well-placed bullets and a swift kick from his boot could probably see him outside in a matter of seconds. He’ll keep that in mind as a last resort.)
As it is, he spends a precious few moments weighing his options. He could hold his tongue, hope that the man passes by, but with such obvious evidence laying around, he doubts the stranger will leave well enough alone. He could just shoot the guy, but that won’t do him any favors either – he is at a distinct disadvantage if bullets start flying.
With little recourse left, he simply goes with the option that (hopefully) won’t get him shot. ]
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Truly, he should have known better when he selected this as a hiding place. Only one way in, only one way out, which is a detriment for a man like him. (Of course, the horse proved that the silo is on its last leg, and a few well-placed bullets and a swift kick from his boot could probably see him outside in a matter of seconds. He’ll keep that in mind as a last resort.)
As it is, he spends a precious few moments weighing his options. He could hold his tongue, hope that the man passes by, but with such obvious evidence laying around, he doubts the stranger will leave well enough alone. He could just shoot the guy, but that won’t do him any favors either – he is at a distinct disadvantage if bullets start flying.
With little recourse left, he simply goes with the option that (hopefully) won’t get him shot. ]
Nobody in here but us chickens, amigo.