Frank Langley sighed and checked his pocket watch when the suit wearing man finally arrived in town. Frank had been sitting on the general store’s porch for nearly two hours now, waiting. The agent was surprised the businessman had arrived at all. Frank stood and replaced the watch in his coat pocket, then began approaching the man.

A loud “Good day sir!” came from the man who had been previously arguing with his driver and he quickly entered the saloon, long before the frustrated Pinkerton agent could reach him. Frank let out a grumble and followed him inside. He found the man had already managed to enter a card game with a group of clearly drunk and rather loud patrons. Frank didn't bother trying to get the businessman's attention. Instead, he just turned around and walked back outside. He would wait outside until the man was done.

It wasn't long before gunshots sounded inside the saloon, and Frank, leaning against the building near the entrance, leapt up and drew his Smith & Wesson. He kept it at waist level, raised at the entrance until a couple of men walked out, followed by another person dragging a limp body. Frank slowly slid the weapon back into the holster and stepped over the body, heading into the saloon. Hopefully his man wasn't among the dead, that would cut his job a bit short. 

"There a Mr. Polly present?" He grumbled, loud enough to be heard, if not clearly understood, by those around him.

His ever-present scowl and narrowed eyes scanned the room.