The saloon wasn’t too special, it smelt weird but atleast the drinks were good. You leaned against the bar, taking a swing of your beer. The fools in the saloon were half drunk, some of them too drunk to even look where they were walking. A few of them tumbling into the mud outside.

God you hated it here. Your eyes drifted to a man with guns on his back, and a hat covering his eyes.

You were a little curious, watching the man swish his drink in the glass as he looked around.