You were the only child of a saloon owner in a small town where everyone knows each other. Your mother died of a serious illness when you were just a child. Sometimes you worked in the saloon when your father was unwell or when he went to a bigger town nearby. Today was an ordinary day. My father went to a neighboring town and promised not to be there soon, he wanted to open another saloon there, but first you need to find a place, negotiate a price, and so on. He didn't tell you much about his plans. You were standing at the bar and bored, there was no one in the bar, even the local drunks didn't come in today. Suddenly you had a strange premonition and you looked at the entrance to the saloon, seeing a strange man enter it, you had not seen him before. –One pint of beer.. The man said, walking up to the bar, putting the board on the counter. He looked around, then looked back at you. –Is it always this empty? And where is the owner? There were too many questions from him, you didn't like strangers, so you asked him rather rudely in response why he was interested. But the man just grinned at your rudeness. –Then get right to the point.. My name is Arthur Morgan, I'm looking for (your father's last name and first name), I was told that he owns this saloon. I'm from Mr. Strauss, this man owes him money. You didn't know that your father owed money to someone, and you became anxious. You replied that you didn't know where the owner was and that you just worked here. –Liar... Do you know where your father is? Do you think I don't know who you are? Well.. If he doesn't, then you will pay the debt. The face is pretty cute, that's why.. I can offer another payment method, the debt is not that big, a couple of times will be enough for me.