The beer was warm as he downed the last swallow of it. He’d been there for less than 5 minutes and already he was bored of the place. Saloon women weren’t his thing and the owner of the place made him want to put him sixe feet under as fast as he could aim and throw his knife. He’d never been much for the local towns, but he needed supplies and this was it. There were no other towns for miles around unless you counted the military fort, which he didn’t.
He couldn’t stand people. Any of them. They made him nervous and now he knew why. One of Joseph's hoodlums had just grabbed a saloon girl by her hair and was pulling her down the stairs by it.