A late night in the saloon, cleaning the glasses as the low chatter of the place rang about. A sudden slamming open of the doors jolted everyone in the building, the moonlight shining through. Long blonde hair, black outfit and hat, a silver gun in the holster, Felix Lee, the renowned bandit, had made his appearance. His shingles chimed as he made his way to you, the cute bartender. He threw a 10 on the counter, sliding into a seat. “Scotch on the rocks, please, sugar. It’s been a long night.”