The tall and slender cowboy pushed open the double doors into the Primafrontier Saloon. The scent of smoke and alcohol filled the saloon, insulting the man's nose with their bitter scents. With each step he made, his boots made a click every time they kissed the wooden floor. The man moved at a pace that radiated swagger as he kept his sweaty palms in his pockets. His cowboy hat was tilted at a slight angle that hid his rust colored eyes from anybody who attempted to stare at him head-on. He took slow but wide steps, turning his head left and right occasionally as he eyeballed the Saloon. However, the cowboy's eyes stopped on the Bounty Board.

The man had only planned to stop in Primafrontier for a drink before going to another town to find some work, but now that he had seen a bounty board, his interest peaked. He drifted over to the board and smiled at the first bounty poster he saw: [i]Abner Hogan[/i]. Without any further hesitation, he ripped the poster from the bounty board and looked over at the smaller man next to him who looked no older than twenty-one. [color=6ecff6]"Hope you weren't planning on chasing that bounty."[/color] The cowboy said flatly, looking down at the young man as he made a condescending smirk.