Yee haw, cowboy. Them's fightin' words.

"Last call, folks."

::Luke opens his eyes with a surprised grunt. He'd fallen asleep at the bar again. And wasted valuable drinkin' time.::

"Gimme a beer and two fingers of your finest."

::His look dares the bartender to challenge him.::

::The bartender matches Luke's gaze for a while before relenting.::

"Yessir."

::A moment later, a tall glass of beer and two shots of whiskey are in front of the man.::

::Luke downs the shots and takes a little more time over his beer.::

"Do you know who I am?"

::The bartender looks around nervously.::

"Everybody does. Including the sheriff."

"Scary."

::Luke pulls a knife from his boot and spreads his fingers over the bar. He starts to stab the blade down between each finger, slowly getting faster and faster.::

::The bartender watches.::

"We're closing soon."

"We're closing when I say so."

::The door opens and The Source walks in. Everybody in the bar freezes except Luke, who The Source sits beside.::

::Luke chucks back more of his beer before turning to the Source, mouth open to tell him where to go.::

"... what the hell?"

::He swivels round further as he notices the stiff expressions and general frozenness of everyone else in the bar. His own face says it all, as well as the raised knife and the way he's slowly pushing the stool back.::

(How well put.)

::The Source makes no move.::

"Luke, I'm here to make you an offer. You're wanted for murder?"

::Rhetorical question.::

"What the hell is that to you?"

"It's about to catch up with you."

::The Source works the magic so that the vision is suddenly upon Luke. The saloon doors bang open as the Sheriff runs in, backed up by about 8 other police officers. They're armed. There's a brief struggle, Luke shoots two of the men and the real one should be able to feel the exhilarating surge of power killing always gives him. But as he enjoys the feeling, the other cops pile on and beat him to the ground. They don't spare the blows; Luke's notorious. And that's why there's no trial, as the Sheriff explains while the policemen drag him outside. There's a block on the ground in the middle of the street, and the doors around are lined with people watching. Two men force Luke over the wood. There's a sound of a blade cutting the air - but the vision ends suddenly.::

"That is the not too distant future."

::Luke's gone white. He knew he was about to die there.::

"Why are you showing me this?"

::He glances at the doors. Is there time to run?::

"There is no time to run. Even if you did escape, they would catch you almost immediately."

::The Source stands again.::

"I can offer you a permanent way out. There is a version of you in the future - a man wasting his life trying to help others. It is sickening. I can transport you to his time so that you may take his place."

::Luke stares at The Source. A way out is a way out.::

"Why should I trust you? What do you get out of this?"

"I get rid of the nuisance that is your future self. He must replace you in your death in order to stop the events of history being changed."

::Luke looks away for a moment. A life in the future. It could be fun. It will be better than dying. He looks back at the Source and nods.::

"Fine."

::The Source nods and takes Luke by the arm, flaming them both to the fourth dimension.::

::Luke's at the bar already.::

"Whisky and a beer."

::Prue walks in reluctantly but the feel of the place cheers her up. She doesn't know why the grunge of this era fascinates her but it does. It's amusing. It's just like being in a cowboy movie. She joins Luke at the bar and nods at the bartender.::

"What he's having."

::Luke snarls at the barkeeper and then takes a gun out, putting it on the bar.::

"Don't keep the lady waitin'."

::Now that the man has been frightened into action, he holds up his whisky to Prue.::

"W-welcome."

::He downs it and then sucks on his beer.::

::Prue shrugs.::

(When in Rome.)

::She copies Luke, drinking the whisky and masking the strong taste with beer.::

::Luke is really wasted.::

::Prue isn't. She looks around now but doesn't see her Luke anywhere. She frowns and pours some of her beer onto the bar and enchants it to show her to Luke.::

"Powers above, I ask you to show me
The position of Luke, the man I seek."

"Heyyy... you singin'?"

::Luke nearly falls off his stool.::

[The beer starts to move to the left, as if it's on a slant. But it isn't; the surface is perfectly level. It rolls back into the main puddle and moves towards Prue, then right, then right again and straight ahead.]

::Prue frowns at the beer and then gets that it's a map.::

(Turn right then right again. Easy enough.)

::She downs the rest of the beer and gets up.::

"You take care now."

::She slaps Luke on the shoulder and leaves. Once outside, she turns right and walks until she can turn right again. Dead ahead is the stables. Off she goes.::

::Luke walks into the saloon, with his stolen cowboy hat tilted to obscure his face. He takes a seat next to Past Luke.::

"Whiskey and a beer."

"Same, my good man!"

"Have fun in the future?"

::He says before starting on his beer.::

"Huh?"

::Luke turns but all he sees is a big floppy hat.::

"And who might you be?"

::His hand moves towards the gun and pulls it below the bar.::

::Luke's glance follows Past Luke's hand movements.::

"Don't even bother, Lukey."

::Luke turns and points the gun at the stranger.::

"Stop me."

::He pulls off the safety catch.::

::Luke slowly raises his hate, though just enough for Past Luke to see his eyes.::

"You sure you wanna do that?"

::Suddenly Luke recognises his future self.::

"You..."

::BANG! He shoots him.::

::Those that hadn't left when Past Luke and Prue arrived scream and dive under tables.::

::Luke staggers back from the force of the gunshot as it passes through his shoulder. However, the wound quickly heals over.::

"I warned you."

::Luke, with the beer mug still in hand, swings it at Past Luke's face.::

::The mug smashes into Luke's face and cuts him up nicely. He falls onto the floor and scrambles away.::

"That's-"

::He picks up the gun and blasts three more shots into Luke.::