"Joey, I got me a notion to kick ya in yer ass," Marlon said as he slowly approached the man who just knocked his drink out of his hand.
"Holdup, Marly, 'twas an accident. We don't need ya actin' on yer notions. 'Round here, we knows who ya are, we knows yer notions always end bad, so how'bout we just pour ya nother drink, okay?" Joey said as he slowly backed his way towards the swinging doors leading out of the saloon.
Marlon was a big man. Others estimated him to be about 6 feet 6. Nobody ever got close enough to him to actually measure his altitude, but they knew it was up there in the clouds, somewhere. And along with that height came a lot of weight, some 300 pounds of it. Marlon was a man nobody wanted to tangle with.