In the corner of the room, near but not in front of a window sat a young man in a black stetson, holding a cup in his hand, watching the cowgirl parade in, knock back her whiskey and head outside again.
"Rider approachin'" Said the bartender. The young man stood up and looked out the door. "Watch yourself Jim."
Hope he ain't trouble. Silent Jim thought, his hand going to his gun. Bonny was soothin' her horse, and didnt notice when the rider blew in from out of nowhere.
The stranger dismounted and stepped into the bar and ordered a whiskey. "However you make it." He said. The bartender poured him a glass and he sat at the bar heavily.
"Where you from stranger?" The bartender asked as Jim and Bonny reentered the saloon.