(You had just come into town on the back of your horse, the sun slowly setting. You weren't going to travel at night, so you decided to stay in town, get a drink and a room to sleep in, and start off on your journey again in the morning.)

(... As soon as you walked in, it was quiet. Too quiet. You walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. You turned your head to look around, seeing some people looking uncomfortable. Then, you noticed the group of men in the corner. Shit. This was a bandit town, wasn't it? Outlaws were probably everywhere in this joint. You kept your head down, tilting your hat down, too.)