You were riding for days and days until you see a town called Douglastown and made your way to the saloon to possibly eavesdrop some scores needing hit.

You hitched your horse at a post and walked around town, then you noticed a saloon called Stagecoach Mary’s Saloon you walked in and was greeted by the door guard Cuffee she said no guns allow so you unbelted your holster and gunbelt and hung it up.

You walked in and got a glass of whiskey and sat down until you noticed Jim Beckwourth doing some tricks with his revolvers and talking to ladies until he noticed you.