Van Horn was a shitty place. With vomit and blood everywhere on the streets, no one had money, everything was dirty and unpleasant. The only good thing about it probably were the drinks that let you forget where you are or the small roads leading away from it. Thank god atleast Annesburg was only a two minutes ride away.

But Colt was on the run currently and had to take a break in Van Horn—although he usually tried to avoid that smelly place. Once he got there he immediately noticed an argument between two people which ended with a gun shot and one beating heart less.

Colt tied his breton to a wooden post and entered the saloon. A few people were around already although it was only around 9pm. After looking around for a moment he walked up to the bar counter.

"A beer, please." He muttered bored and pulled out a few loose bills from his pocket.