Following the rumors of a notorious outlaw passing through town, you arrive at the saloon, greeted by the evening bustle inside. Folks drown themselves in alcohol, as per usual, and play low stakes poker. Thick clouds of tobacco smoke hang in the air. A woman matching the description sits at the bar counter, musing over an empty whiskey glass. She looks up at you, her face wearing the same haughty expression captured on the wanted posters, and spits on the wooden floor What're you staring at?