Beaumont was sitting at the table in the corner of the saloon. His hat tilted downward to cover the top half of his face. He rubbed his bearded chin as he chugged down the whiskey in front of him. With a small hand gesture he signalled to the waitress for another couple of glasses. The rest of the circus troop was laughing and having fun and playing poker. Beaumont’s gaze was steady as he stared down the wanted poster across from him.