[b][u][color=darkorange]Selina[/color][/u][/b]

The Sheriff nods in turn to the oddly sharply dressed young man.  Folk didn't normally go 'bout greeting the Sheriff.  Most folk just want to keep their head down, go 'bout their lives.  Seemed decent enough though.  Them sharp clothes might get him in trouble, he'd have to keep an eye out on the man, but he didn't exactly seem like a city boy.  Still.  Last thing Selina needed was getting too much attention.  Area had enough to deal with as it was.  Rumor had it that Earp in Dodge City was looking for jobs for some of his brothers.  No sir, not here.

Another stranger rode in to town on a strong looking black Morgan.  More trouble.  Sheriff wiped the sweat from his cheeks, then wiped his hands off on his pants, and fixed his hat.  Goddamit.  Maybe the rumors was true.  He sidled over toward Zeke's to join the stranger, figured that Jack fella would be heading that way soon enough as well.  Sure enough he could use a...

Oh hell.  That addle brained woman was staring again.  O'Flanagan never kept as good a eye on her as he should, let her about to wander aimless like all around town.  Poor thing didn't have more than a brain cell or two to rub together.

Might as well head on over, seemed they'd all end up at Zeke's soon enough, most of the time that were how it worked out.


[b][u][color=darkorange]Zeke's Hunter Lodge[/color][/u][/b]

"Morning, name's Jack, and this is Zeke's Hunter Lodge," a skinny clean shaven man calls out as he sees the man on the black Morgan riding toward him.

"If'n you lookin' fer some taxidermy Zeke's over that away by the General Store.  You can set right here at the bar, or if you were lookin' fer some eats pull up a chair and Lily," he motions to a slight woman with generous curves, "will get you fixed up right quick."

"Can I get you something?"

The bar is quite clearly a small side business.  Zeke's Hunter Lodge is primarily a taxidermy shop, various critters of the local area (and a few more exotic animals) are posed all about in startlingly lifelike poses.  Tattered Union Flag hangs up above the counter.  It is kept meticulously clean, floors swept, counter shined, the preserved critters apparently brushed regularly as they don't have dust or nothing built up on 'em.  Looks like it's been doin' pretty good business.

The bar on the other hand is a long counter set off to the side.  A cabinet up behind the bar showin' a good selection for a small town bar but not a particularly generous supply.  That is to say you can probly get what ya want but if you a heavy drinker you'll probably finish what they got.  Glasses are clean enough, counters clean enough, small kitchen's clean enough.  Storefront is created by a a wooden wall on a hinge propped up by a couple 2x4s, gives customers some shade in the heat and makes the bar seem more roomy that it really is.  Seems to be working.  Bar ain't crowded exactly but there's a few folk drinking to forget one thing or another.