Gus stands at the bar, cleaning a glass. It was later in the night, so the kitchen was closed. He laughs with Pam, slides a glass to Shane, and every other usual Friday act. The kids were over, playing pool, and Clint was shooting looks at Emily. Gus sighs. This was the life. Everything was lively but comfortable in the valley.

Gus: "I ought to buy new glasses. The saloon certainly makes enough. Maybe it'll look better for tourists." He smiles as he mindlessly cleans another glass.