Sitting at the bar the Stranger heard the men behind him. Soon a native american woman was near him, He glanced at her but at the moment paid her no mind. She looked to be some kind of tracker, though not really much other work for people like her out side the tribes. She could be useful, himself he was a good tracker, but nothing beat knowing the land. Soon a businessman, from the looks of him he was new to the town as well, and the shady sort. He might actually come in handy later on,  he looked like the sort who might be able to acquire hard to find things. Next was a man siting in the corner, keeping to himself. He was a gunman, any one with a trained eye could tell. The saloon seemed to be getting crowded, as people were leaving the personalities seemed to be increasing. Though people that stood out tended to do so for a reason. 

 Despite the awkwardness things were going smooth. Drinking his whiskey the stranger got his glass filled as he sat there, more disinterested then anything else. Though the relative peace was soon ruined. Another person came barging in, making demands and telling the men to leave. It however was about as effective as one might expect. Soon things started to heat up as he looked down at his whiskey, finishing off his glass he looked up at the bartender [b]"I guess the undertaker will be getting some work today"[/b] he said to the man before standing up. "should of took me up that offering to get your measurements to him" The stranger simply laughed some turning around. He flipped his Poncho over his left shoulder as he pulled out a small cigar putting it in his mouth. He pulled out a match and striking it as he lit it before shaking out the match. He looked over at the man holding the bottle, Baker, as he spoke [b]"That's enough boy"[/b] he said to him.

   Walking closer to the the group he chewed on the cigar some "Don't you to idiots know who we are?" One of the men said as He shrugged [b]"Nope"[/b] he said as he pulled out his gun moving his hand smacking the hammer back quickly. In an instant all the men were shot stumbling back and falling dead. Some still in here seats still slumped down. Walking closer the man knocked out as he groaned and he shot him to finish him off. Bringing his gun down it spun some as it slipped back into it's holster. Looking at Baker he brought his poncho back down over his front [b]"Picking a fight like that is a sure way to see the undertaker boy"[/b] he said as he turned walking back towards the bar. He pulled out a fist full of dollars and placed it down on the the bar counter. [b]"I need a room as well"[/b] he said speaking the bartender "As long as you don't fill the place with corpses" The stranger smiled [b]"I'll try"[/b] He said as he soon walked out of saloon. He could feel the area, there was more going on here then he originally suspected, there were demons in the area, and more. He had spent months investigating and it all lead to this place.