How a Wild West-style standoff turned deadly in South Beach.
Immediately your thoughts go six-shooters blazing, bullets flying everywhere, horses trying to run away and women wearing petticoats hiding with the piano player. But unless what I read about the “Wild West” has been grossly inaccurate, the incidents of fistacuffs and bar stool tossings at Tombstone pizza parlors were pretty much unheard of.
About the only commonality was one guy getting shot by the Law for refusing to put his gun down upon request. There is always a Curly Bill Broscious trying to be ornery when he shouldn’t.