Delarue was riding towards the town with his men, it was raining heavily and they were hurrying to get there. They got off their horses and entered the Saloon drenched to the skin, the place was warm. Everyone took a few tables, but Delarue sat in front of the bar. He lit a cigar and cleared his throat before speaking. A glass of whiskey over here... He spoke softly, but the sound was hoarse and deep.