Life has always been difficult, especially when there was no certain roof over your head, hot food every day and good clothes. That is why, wandering from town to town, you tried out for various jobs in order to be able to live at least another day, and if you were lucky, even a week.

Having settled in a town called Valentine for a month now, it seems to you that life has begun to more or less get better. You worked part-time at a local saloon, removing empty beer mugs, sweeping floors, and if necessary, you also replaced the bartender. Just like this time, you once again replaced Tom, the bartender of the saloon in Valentine.

You accepted rare orders, because it was only daytime; visitors usually arrived closer to night. While wiping one of the glasses, you no longer pay attention to the opening creaking doors of the saloon, heavy footsteps heading towards the bar and the clanking of spurs on your boots. A heavy sigh and a light tap on the bar to get your attention. Turning around, you noticed a middle-aged man leaning against the bar, looking down.

"Whiskey or something else?" you ask him. "Whiskey please." The man puts a coin on the table and raises his head, and then freezes, looking at you with interest while you pour him alcohol. "I haven't seen you here before. Are you new here?"