Tommy Maaltman's Wild, Wild West Lassiter has company for dinner.

Like a draft, almost imperceptibly, a tall thin man slipped through the door of Molly's Eatery and cautiously walked towards the table where Lassiter was sitting. The stranger with dark slim eyebrows and a dark slim mustache approached Lassiter and said, "Name's Slim, mind if I join ya?". Lassiter looked around the packed room and responded, "Don't look like I have a choice." Slim sat down opposite Lassiter and reached for the gravy stain spotted menu. Lassiter said, "No need to look at the menu, there's but one thing to eat here and that's Molly's country fried chicken steak, gravy and biscuits. Slim said, "That's fine by me." Molly brought the food and Lassiter bowed his head and said, "Let's grub." After eating a large quantity of food, Slim pushed back from the table. The next sound heard after the scraping of the chair's legs across the coarse wood floor as Slim stood up was the distinctive clicking sound of a 44 magnum Smith and Wesson six shooter being cocked coming from under the table where Lassiter was sitting. Slim froze. Lassiter said, "Aint you forgetting something?" Slim thought Lassiter meant that he forgot to pay, but knew better than to make any sudden movements for money in his front pocket inches away from where he leathered his two Colt 45 six shooters. Slim slowly sat down placing his hands in plain view on the table. Lassiter next said, "You know Slim, Molly works hard all day in a cockroach and rodent infested hot kitchen to make such a fine meal and it would be an injustice not to finish with a dram of fine cask strength single malt scotch whisky." The tension drained from Slim's body as he said, "Sir, you are absolutely right and I would consider it an honor and a privilege to join you." Lassiter signaled Molly who brought a bottle of Glenallachie, vol. 59.0%, with a clear Riesling color, hedgerows and laurel leaves nose, sweet tart hard candy taste, and a sweet, clean finish. With a belly full of country fried chicken steak, greasy fat laden gravy and biscuits cut by the high alcohol volume whisky, Slim knew it was time to go. Placing two five dollar gold coins on the table, more than enough to pay for the food and whisky with plenty left over for a generous tip for Molly, Slim stood up and slipped out the door never to be seen again in those parts. Bad manners were simply not welcome at Molly's. Slainte, Tommy Maaltman.