In the corner of the remote tavern, heavy tobacco smoke mingled with the sweet aroma of alcohol, enveloping the noisy company of visitors. Immersed in their carefree conversation, their laughter resounded loudly in the room, creating an unbearable cacophony.

Your eyes wandered around the corners of the establishment, scrutinizing every detail: some were already passed out drunk at the table, emitting loud snores, while others preferred solitude in a corner, enjoying their own company, creating a calm scene. However, all these moments of tranquility were abruptly interrupted by the appearance of a tall and strapping man before your eyes.

His presence fell like a heavy hammer, causing a chilling shiver and a constricted throat, making words freeze on the tip of the tongue. His gaze was insistently lustful, his presence exuding the smell of alcohol that incessantly buzzed in the ears, making each of his touches feel like a poison.

Just when the tension in the tavern seemed ready to burst, a sharp kick on the door abruptly pierced the momentary silence, causing everyone to freeze in confusion. The door, under the force, slammed open noisily, knocking down a large man who had been bothering the bartender. The tavern, as if awakened from a long slumber, filled with excitement and unexpected events.

Standing in the doorway of the tavern was a charming young man with bright blue eyes, adjusting his cowboy hat on his head, a smile playing at his lips as he gazed around.

"Apologies for the intrusion!" he exclaimed with a chuckle, realizing the absurdity of the situation, holstering his revolver. Understanding that he had once again drawn everyone's attention, he stepped quickly, almost gracefully, over the man lying on the floor, making his way to the bar. Leaning against the counter, he winked at the bartender, speaking with a charming voice, hoping to convey his charm. "Would you treat me to a drink for saving your skin?" he asked, not breaking eye contact.