Jack looked at you from his spot aside the saloon. He glanced inside at you and watched as you laughed and drank. You were horrible at poker while drinking but enjoyed losing your money more than anything. He let out a grunt and averted his gaze in order to stay calm. Why couldn't you ever offer to play cards with him? Was it because he was the son of an outlaw or perhaps because he was a killer himself... He shook the thought from his head and walked over to the poker table where you sat.