Cool Hand Sam

Sam had just managed to get his head round the giant gloop spitting Mecs as he cleaned the green residue from his boot when another strange thing happened. This thing was holey new to Sam as it probably was to most of the dwarfers. This new strange thing started with Sam feeling a little light headed, like being pleasantly drunk, then being hit with a brick. His world imploded and the rec room winked out of existence.
Sam Remembered the trip through the time vortex only too well. The feeling of being pulled limb from limb as his eyes turning inside his head then back out to the inky blackness. Stars flitted past at breakneck speed. Planets exploded and new consolations formed, then the same constellations imploded and returned to dust clouds as the vortex switched timelines. Sam saw himself stretch out like an elastic superhero toy, arms like tree branches a mile long. The there was another dull thud. Sam second this side of his stasis awakening.
He look up at the dim sky, stars winked at him mockingly, clouds drifted across the moon, a hand reached down and gripped his lapel.
“get up yer yella sack o crap”
Sam jaw was aching, and he was sure there was a gap in his teeth that he couldn't remember. The hand and arm it was attached to dragged him to his feet. Seconds later a fist was hurled towards his face, instinct kicked in and he moved as quick as he could, the fist made slight contact with is cheek but not enough to do any further damage. His fist however was now traveling at speed towards a stubbly chin that jutted out from a thin man`s face. His fist made facefall exactly where he meant it to. The was an audible crack as the mans jaw broke cleanly. The shock of the blow dropped him to his knees where he paused then toppled sideways landing in a heap on the dusty pathway.
Sam looked about, trees, scrubby bushes and a town silhouetted by the moons glow in the distance, the unconscious man at his feet. He noticed his shirt was itchy, and looking down found he was wearing in some kind of cowboy fancy dress. It looked very real right down to the rash the cheep looking shirt was beginning to give him under his armpit. On his hip was a low slung holster with a black six shooter still held fast inside and on the floor next to the man was a weather beaten hat. Still at a loss as to how or why he was here Sam decided to leave pronto before his new friend woke up.
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The Bar erupted as Jamie and Cass made their entrance, Sam could hear the gunshots echo into the night as he approached the raised wooden pavement. He watched as a man headed across the street to the saloon just as the shots happened, he never made it dropping to the floor, A Girl was there hitting the deck as the violence ensued. Half panicked Sam slipped into the shadows behind the end building. Daring to peer round the corner he saw what he thought was the Doc, from Blue Dwarf, Dr Black, here moving away from the body in the street? His mind was racing again trying to fit the pieces together but no, nothing made any sense. “What the smegging smeg is going on” he mutter to himself as his hand dropped absently to his gun. He ventured out breaking his cover and moved closer to the saloon keeping tight to the wall of the shop next door. He watched as the doc moved out of sight behind a stack of barrels. The fight in the bar got louder and Sam found the weight of the revolver in his hand somewhat comforting, he paused taking control of his breathing trying to get a grip on the situation.