Tales from the Flashback: "The Ank Williams Story" - Tales from the Flashback, #4

"Ha! The flu. You should see 'em: pale and black-eyed as serpents, just lying there in the Rio Grande like zombies." She leaned toward him over the bar again and he caught a whiff of her fragrance, and there was a stirring in his groin he hadn't felt since, well, since he couldn't remember."What do you mean, like zombies?""I mean like zombies, like men who are dead but still walking, or lying there staring at the ceiling.
See, something attacked us only a few weeks after the Flashback . something . new. At first everyone just assumed it was a rogue raptor, because it didn't have a pack-that was the first thing. But then it started talking, like a parrot, I suppose, saying things like 'Pig' and 'Eggsucker, '" She laughed her contagious laugh. "Can you imagine? A raptor calling you names as it attacked you? Deputies Creebald and Teller put up one hell of a fight, you can be sure, and they did eventually kill it, with Rimshaw's help, but all of them were wounded in the fight, and the deputies worst of all.
After that, things started changing around here. At first it was just Creebald and Teller acting strangely, abusing their power, you might say, telling me not to forget to paint on my mole, or insisting Doc Allen wear that ridiculous little vest. But then Marshal Rimshaw started getting into the act, as well, and before any of us knew it we were living in a kind of police state. Decker was the only one who didn't pile on, which is funny, because he was the only one not wounded in the fight with the raptor.
It all came to a head when Deputy Teller had his way with one of the saloon girls-Molly, was her name-after which there was a full-blown shootout between the Marshal and his deputies-not Decker, he tried to maintain the peace-and the rest of the town." She unscrewed the cap from a bottle of beer and took a swig, then concealed it behind the bar. "You didn't see that. Anyway, the town didn't fair so well, and now there's a row of graves out by Serpent's Butte." She paused, locking her beautiful brown eyes up in his own.
"They were good men, Williams. The best I've ever known. And now they're just as dead as that raptor." She snapped the bar towel in her hands and then wiped the counter. "And that's why we all talk and dress this way." She indicated his empty glass. "You want another?""Sure, " he said. She pulled one from the wall and unscrewed its cap, sat it down in front of him. At last she said, "So what about you? What's your story? And how did you come to be travelling with an armored dinosaur?"