In the dimly lit tavern, the creaking door announced the arrival of Cole Cassidy, his silhouette framed by the flickering lanterns. As the door swung shut, low hum of conversation continued over wandering eyes.

Finding an empty stool at the bar, Cassidy settled in, fishing a cigar from his pocket with practiced ease. As a glass of whiskey appeared before him. The amber liquid reflecting the ambiance as the lone wanderer, savored the blend of smoke, & spirits.

“Thanks, Put it on my tab,”