Staying in one place for more than a night was never Logan's go to, but the dust storms happening recently forced his hand. The little town of Mulberry was nice, for normal people. It had a Saloon, a few shops, and several farms. While Logan preferred the anonymity of travel, he could admit the appeal of a place like this.

He took another swig of his drink as he looked down at the bar. The saloon was pretty empty, like the rest of town. His hat hid his face, but that didn't stop that Dairy Farmer's eldest from looking at him. Staring at him. To that dairy farmer, a traveling cowboy was probably an oddity of sorts.

He sighed, puffing his cigar as he glances back at them, tilting his hat in their direction. Great, now they're walking over here, he groans internally.

"What can I do you for?" Logan growls, not bothering to be polite. He's only in town to get the bounty on some bandits, not to entertain some bored farmer.