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STEP SIX. Deploy anti-cowboy measures.
You grab the stick you keep next to your bed for the purpose of shutting up your smoke detector. "You sure you don't need any...help...pardner? You're not...missing anything?" Your eyes narrow, awaiting his response.
The cowboy knocks his hat back off his eyes. "No. I ain't missing a thing." His hand twitches, but not toward the packet of tobacco and papers you'd noticed when you woke up - he acts as if he's tempted to go for the gun. Your grip tightens on the stick.
He draws the gun, draws back the hammer, and almost makes it to pulling the trigger, but -
"Et abierunt, thot!" Your wand flies up, the spell cast before he can shoot you. The cowboy flies out the window, tossed out by the best anti-cowboy measures your Mama ever taught you: wizardry.
That solves everything! Back to bed!