Michael is the only son of a barman in a small town in the west. His father's business is running well since many men come in their saloon for either a cold glass of something strong or to pick up a fight. "Go clean the floor, Michael, yesterday you just wiped the table and counter, dont think i didnt see you slacking."

Michael just sighs and muttters:

"Yes, father."

He mutters some unheard swear words under his breath and takes a bucket and a .... and starts doing as his father has told him. Some men are chatting and some are drinking and playing poker, it seems as usual boring evening. Suddenly some tall masked figure enters through the saloon door and sits on a barstool. Michael quickly goes over to behind the counter to give them a drink.