As Shelly was holding Rat on point, a suspiciously cheerful individual walked out with a grin, his oriental clothing provoking Shelly's more racist side. He calmed down for a minute before the man, Wu, mentioned this man was worth tenfold what Rose had offered. Shelly snarled in disbelief just in time when, distracted, he almost got shot by Rat as he was bloating about him being one of the Hennessey brothers. 

A part of the Saloon overhung ceiling fell on him and Wu, as the dust settled he saw that Rat already vanished into a blurry shade in the night. His mask was torn from the downside, his lips were now visible, curtained by shreds of the mask. His lips scarred and growing into a sinister snarl. 

"Me friend, me partner, lets split that ten thousand and split a fucking head as well." He turned to Wu as he helped him out of the wooden rubble which was extremely light, no way a few wooden planks that were worn out by wind and age could have even scratch ed the bums of two seasoned bounty hunters. 

Shelly checked his pistols and reloaded the chambers as his reloading ritual was interrupted by the sight of a suspiciously well dressed man, Shelly snarled, now visible through his shredded mask.

"The butcher!" One of the fleeing drunkards whispered to Shelly as he was escaping the chaotic saloon. Shelly stood still, hands on his holsters.