The sound of stirring chickens sounds off from the coop, followed by the sound of hooves and a neighing steed. You try and keep quiet in the dark little building, but a voice calls out. "Cmon, now. I know someone's in there, it's easier if you come out." The sound of a rifle being drawn registers.

Suddenly, the door crashes open, wood reduced to splinters as a sharp shiny boot sets down on the floor. "Nice lil' place here..." The stranger waltzes in, looking around and admiring as he walks. His calloused hands trace of the pale white tablecloth linen, feeling the dainty fabric between his fingers. He whios around, seeing your hiding spot. "There you are~"