His eyes were locked on the line of evenly spaced tacks, holding the velvet interior tight and crisp against the dark wood of the casket. Archie took another tack from his mouth and gently tapped it into place with a small headed hammer; he looked at the line again and cracked a grin, 'finished.' He rose from his crouched position and spat the remaining tacks into an empty tin can that sat on a nearby table. 

Archie took a moment to admire his handy work, it was a casket for a small teenage girl, daughter of some cattle baron or something along those lines. It was a beauty, blackwood body with brass inlays and white velvet upholstery. He closed the lid and clicked the latches at the bottom of the trestle table and pushed it to the far end of his workshop where a large pair of double doors stood open to the rose desert sunset. Outside awaited a carriage surrounded by the baron's men, without a word they lifted the slate bottomed box and loaded it into the back of their carriage. A man approached, beefy and tall but with downcast eyes.

"Thank'ya Mr, it's a perdy coffin you dun made for my sister." that compliment would do and Archibald was ready to accept his payment, "but about the money.." He grimaced, another person who couldn't pay and thought that they could appeal to Archie's charitable nature, Archie was about to speak when the beefy man spoke again, "I can only pay half right now, I reckn' that the rest can be here by next week at the latest." He slipped a hand into his coat and pulled out a thick wad of dollars. Archibald's eyes lit up.

"This will do for the meantime my good man," he said, taking the money and slipping it into his waist coat, "and my condolences." Without hesitation Archie turned around and shut the large back doors, leaving the beefy man with words at the tip of his tongue that would never be said. Arch knew just where to spend his money, he slipped on his coat and smiled.

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"Madam Rose!" he cried out as he burst through the swinging doors of the saloon, "I have come with money and a thirst for your fine beverages!" He shunked himself into a seat beside the sheriff , "Madam Charlotte! Always a pleasure!"