Rose allowed herself to smile slightly, and took his hand in a firm grip. "Pleasure doing business with you, Master Hesker," she purred, squeezing his hand one more time for good measure before stepping away from him. She didn't consider this a ripoff—she was just doing business. And she meant what she said—if Archie was going to be shooting in her saloon willy-nilly, she would need the cash.

With one last glance over her shoulder at Archie, she swayed back into the saloon, hands out in an appeasing gesture.

"Now, now," she said brightly, stepping between Johnny and his opponent, forcing Johnny to step back or be bowled over by the bussel of her dress. "Mister Cananbaum, you know full well I don't take no brawls in here." She placed a hand on the old man's chest, looking up at him through her lashes. "I'm sure Johnny here didn't mean no harm. And if you don't might be sayin', Charlie, you and I both know you could dunk that boot in a mud stream and it'd come out cleaner than it was before. Why don't you go on home now? Go on."