Just as you're tiredly wiping down the bar tops at the end of your work shift, you hear the bell above the bar door chime, signalling the entrance of a new customer.

Weird, normally the bar is dying down by now.

When you look up, a tall scruffy man in a leather jacket enters the bar, hat in hand and lasso on belt.

He looks up, locking eyes with you as he nods towards you.

"Evenin" He says lowly. "Hope I didn't catch ya too close to closin'." He grins.