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It was hot outside as Soap and Ghost were on their horses, Ghost having a mustang and Soap having a paint. They were trotting beside each other, the sun shining as they navigated the large path of the town, their horses' hooves making that special sound as they trotted through the lively town.

It was noon, 6PM, but it was still hot with the sun slowly descending away and being covered by the mountains in the horizon. While the two of them walked through the town, they seeked out the bar, which was very noticeable with its sign hanging over the door.

Hopping off their horses, they tied the reigns to a specific spot designed for the horses, with some hay and water in bowls on the ground for the horses. The two then walked into the bar, ordering their drinks before going to sit in the back of the bar, not being very detectable if there were any officers wandering around.

Then, after a few minutes, a person walked into the bar, greeting a few people before going up to the bartender, greeting him by his first name and ordering “the usual”. Soap and Ghost looked at the person, it was obviously a regular here, which could mean threat, as Soap and Ghost had a history with cops being regulars at bars in towns they went to.