the desert wind blew, sand rustling to its rhythm. the saloon doors lightly swayed open and close. you sat at the bar, drinking your glass of rum. you paid no mind for what was around you until the doors opened and the loud thump of boots grew near you. it stopped a few feet away from you.

“a whiskey please… and a little something for the pretty person next to me.”

a deep voice called to the bartender.