Danny

He pulled his hat down as the sun was up high. His horse pranced slowly into town. The road is made of dirt.The walkways are made of wood, boots click and thunk as one walks. His eyes scanned the shops for a saloon. Its the best place to gather information. He reaches into his trench coat pulling out the paper with the bounty on it. One hand held the reins as he rode his horse. The last known location for this darn tooten conniving,blood thirsty mongrel of the west. Is here in this town, he throws his leg over and hops off his horse. He stuffs the paper back into his inside pocket.Danny leads his horse to the water trough. He pats his horse enjoy buddy. He doesnt smile.He grabs his hat and fans himself a bit before he walks into the saloon. Dannys boots click loudly as he walks inside the musty dark saloon. Women giggle as he approaches the bar. He leans against the bar counter. Danny glances at the wall beside him. Men were taking bets. It's as if they knew something, he takes