- Simon
The saloon goers paused a moment to give the newcomer a certain look... one of initial suspicion. Whilst no-one around him could match him in terms of dirty looks, he recieved a few that could intimidate a yella bellied sapsucker. But seeing as how Simon was NOT one of these, it would hardly affect him. Regardless of the situation, the piano player providing a comfortable tune to the place, continued to play on as if nothing had happened. 

The bounty board was quite prevalent that day, a grand total of four different bounties one could pursue, with the exception of Abnar having been taken down. Each one had a picture of the wanted man or woman and came with the price, presented in Heads (Hds.) 

Jaggy - 100 Hds
Brett Rindstock - 130 Hds
Rhonda the Miscreant - 170 Hds
Mourner Muldoon - 250 Hds

- Jack
"Still trying to turn the place into a pepper pot, son?" A somewhat aged voice asked from behind him as a familiar figure stepped out to greet him. Sheriff Mullins, the kindly individual who governed the town stood before him. He was a generally nice fella, befitting a town as sleepy and quiet as this, even taking on a man like Jack at the drop of a hat as deputy. The man bore an impressive brown handlebar mustache and equally impressive eyebrows. Always found in that wide brimmed white hat of his and his rich red coat, volcanic pistol at his hip, the man may have been a bit old but he was still probably the most skilled shot in town. 
"I keep telling ya, ya hold the thing too hard when ya draw it. Gotta ease off a little, nice and smooth y'know." He advised with a brash smile on his face, always there for his faithful deputy. 

- Glenn and Jaron
"You boys after Abner, eh?" A ragged looking individual approached them, greasy black hair and a nasty horseshoe mustache on his face. "I figure I could be helpin' you two out fer a price. I know where Abner ran off to with that purdy dame." He offered the two. His breath reeked of alcohol.