Buck sat looking at his cards. Through the small gap between his cards and the brim of his hat he eyed his opponents. Buck was horrible at poker, but he was here for information. The man on his left was some sort of card shark, legitimately there to con people out of money. The man to his right was haggard and had a weathered face. Just some no account booze hound trying to get enough money for another drink. The man across from him narrowed his eyes in Buck's direction. This was the man Buck was after. Buck knew that this man knew something about the Blackwater Dragons and there was a nice bounty out for their capture.

"Your move stranger." The card shark sneered at him. "Call or fold." Buck lowered his card slightly and eyed the three men. In one motion he threw his cards down and reared back and kicked the table forward. The three men jumped back in surprise and started to go for their guns. Before any of them could get a full draw Buck unholstered his single action .45. He fanned the hammer and shot the first man in the chest. The man on his right had gotten his gun out of his holster and was raising it towards Buck. Before he could raise the barrel Buck cocked back and shot him in the face. The man Buck was here to question had fully raised his gun at Buck and fired. Buck ran forward towards the man and ducked slightly. The man's bullet grazed the top of Buck's hat as Buck threw an uppercut and sent the man flying back unconscious.

Everyone in the saloon stopped at stared at Buck. As Buck was pulling the man up and dragging him out of the saloon, he stopped and addressed the saloon. "They were cheating." Buck slammed the man up against the outside of the saloon wall. He awoke with a start "The Blackwater Dragon's!" Buck yelled. The man's eyes went wide with horror. "I...I don't know nothing." The man spit back. Without saying another word, Buck pulled out his hunting knife and stabbed the man in the arm. The man howled with pain. "O, ok. Ok. I'll talk." Buck got up nose to nose with the man. "Tomorrow." The man said weakly. "Tomorrow, they meet in Sam Wah's store. That's all I know I swear." "I appreciate your cooperation." Buck sneered, pulling out the knife. The man feel to the ground cradling his arm in pain.

Buck walked back into the saloon and sat at the bar. "Whiskey." He barked out. The bartender shakily poured him a shot and went to walk back down the bar. "Leave the bottle." Buck said, shooting back his whiskey. He looked towards where the card table was. It was being picked back up and the other two men were being dragged out. Buck turned back to the bar and poured himself another drink. All he could focus on was taking out the gang and collecting his bounty.