Buck trots up to the hitching post. I dismounts from the saddle and he ties the reins to the post. He wishes his horse goodbye before he pushes the doors of the saloon open. His boots click against the weathered wood as he walks to the bar.

“Just a whiskey, please,” He flicks a quarter on the counter and the bartender pours him a drink. He looks to his side, seeing another man, either 30s, pretty hot to be honest. He looked away, and took a small sip of his golden drink.

“Howdy,” The man speaks. He glances over and speak up to him, trying to be friendly.

“Howdy, partner,” He replies as he looks back towards the drink in his hand.

“Names Edmundo, but yah can call me Eddie,” The man held out his hand for a handshake. Buck just looked back towards him, slightly confused why he was being so nice, and why Eddie was so familiar to him.

Buck took his hand and shook his gently, taking another sip, the burn brought him back to life and he realized. Eddie was from a bounty poster. Eddie was from a gang and was wanted dead or alive. Eddie just waited for a response.