The Cavalier's condescending smirk finally left his face as he followed the older man and Edric to a table in the back of the saloon. His smirk was replaced with a now stale face of both seriousness and focus. He remained standing as he folded his arms and leaned himself up against a wall next to Edric's chair, listening intently to any information the man had about Abner Hogan. Glenn was paying very close attention to the ragged looking man, as he could tell from both the way he walked and smelled, had been drinking one too many beers. The older intoxicated man could easily be bullshitting them, but then again, someone's life was at stake... and Glenn knew he couldn't walk away from this [i]lead[/i] if Hogan had kidnapped somebody.

Glenn spoke up before the intoxicated man could respond to Edric's question about price, [color=6ecff6]"But make no mistake, if we pay you and you give us faulty information..."[/color] Johnson leaned off the wall, unfolding his arms and dropping his right hand to his holster where his Colt Single Action Army was being held. [color=6ecff6]"I'll make damned sure you don't live to see sunset."[/color] He threatened, taking a step forward toward the man to emphasize his point.