It had been a long day, a successful one at that. The gang had successfully robbed a train that was coming east. To celebrate the big hit, you all headed to the saloon. The night was going good until Dutch saw a man get rather close to you. Dutch’s nose couldn’t help but scrunch up in irritation. A drunken feller had sat next to you, talking too kindly for comfort. Why was he talking to you? To his girl.