I had no problem with it because I knew him to be competent and trusted his judgement.
A serial robber started hitting businesses around town. After about a month he'd hit about 5 or 6 businesses.
His MO was to demand cash from the cashier and shoot at least one shot with a .22 long-barrel revolver to let them know he meant business.
One night while my band is on stage in my club, the hotel cashier runs in and tells us he's just been hit by the .22 bandit.
I immediately lock front and back doors to protect my people, and my security guard head's outside looking for the bandit.
The bandit comes roaring out of the parking lot in a Ford pickup, and, you guessed it, the SG torches off a Long Colt round!
BAM!! Left front tire blows, bandit careens down the freeway access road on three good tires and is captured a few blocks away.
Bandit tells the cops, "It's ok that ya'll arrested me, but that COWBOY DON'T HAVE NO RIGHT SHOOTIN' AT ME LIKE THAT!"
for the SG
