Jonah lurked in the empty clothier just off to the right of the right-most window beside a mannequin. It was the second building down on the left after leaving the alley-way, and Shin would come to it quickly if he followed the logical course of investigation. Jonah, for his part, seemed to be waiting for him. His pistols were both out and trained at the window in front of him, his eyes were staring intently at the ground outside and it seemed like he was waiting for something. In truth, he’d chosen the clothier because it lacked a back door, Shin might break in upstairs but he couldn’t do it silently, there were only solid glass windows up there and they weren’t the opening kind. 

Eventually, Shin would do something to give himself away. That was what Jonah believed. He had a feeling neither of them was leaving this town until business was settled so he could afford to be patient and wait it out. The first of them to make a mistake could very well be the loser of this little duel of theirs. So far, gunning it out all fair like hadn’t achieved much, so reverting to the law of the west seemed like a wise course. Shoot the other fella in the back.