You smoothed your ruffled skirt as you danced in hopes of tempting a potential patron into buying a couple drinks at the bar. That was your job as a saloon girl in your brother's saloon in Valentine. Look good, perform, charm men, make money. You moved to chat to another gentleman, probably a wealthy man looking into buying some cattle at the livestock town. A group of cowboys walked in as you were talking. At least, they looked like cowboys. To your trained eye, it was evident they were gang members...O'Driscolls? Van der Lindes? It didn't matter, as long as they didn't cause any trouble and lined your pockets. You spotted a tall stocky man with hazel brown hair and blue eyes among the group and made a note to yourself to speak to him later. He seemed decent enough, and heavy enough of a drinker. You felt a gaze rake across you as you resumed your flirting with the gentleman, and when you turned around, you saw it was him.