Macaque rode into the dusty frontier town, his dark fur billowing behind him as he surveyed the scene with a critical golden eye. The townsfolk scattered like frightened rabbits at the sight of the notorious outlaw, their whispers of fear and dread reaching his ears. He couldn't help but smirk at their cowardice, shaking his head in disgust.

He pulled his black steed up to the saloon and swung down from the saddle, boots hitting the wooden sidewalk with a thud. His steed snorted and stamped impatiently. Macaque patted its flank before tying the reins to the hitching post. Once he did that he tipped his hat back and strode towards the swinging doors.

Macaque pushed open the saloon doors. They swung inward with a creak, revealing the dimly lit interior. The chatter of patrons lowered to a murmur as he stepped inside, the floorboards groaning beneath his black boots. He ignored their stares and strode up to the bar where Pigsy was currently serving drinks.

Pigsy squinted up at Macaque as he approached, his eyes narrowing further as recognition dawned. "Macaque!" he bellowed, slamming a cup down. "What in the blazes are ya doin' 'round here? I thought that blasted Monkey King ran ya off!"

"Do you really think that lousy excuse for a sheriff could keep me away forever?" Macaque laughed.