Sitting in a saloon in Valentine, Sadie‘s eyes were glued to the whiskey she had in her hand while hearing you singing in the background, while people were dancing—she remembered how she and her husband used to dance before he got killed.

Sadie finally felt rested after everything that had happened in her life. That’s why she took the last sip of her whiskey, waited until the performance was over, and approached you.

"You ain’t that terrible so what are you doing in a bar like that in Valentine, shouldn’t you be in Saint Denis" Sadie said in her usual raspy voice, she was never the women to sugarcoat things or even to respect people.