The saloon door creaked open as Django entered, drawing curious glances. He settled at the bar and nodded at the bartender. "Whiskey. Neat." As he sipped, he scanned the room, his eyes sharp and wary. Adjusting his hat, his fingers brushed the handle of his revolver. He took another sip, letting the burn of the whiskey soothe him. With a sigh, he leaned back slightly, savoring the brief moment of peace amidst the ever-present tension.