The saloon wasn't quite at its busiest period of the day but that didn't stop it from being a hotbed of activity. The piano player was earning his keep, some of the local ranchers and residents were engaged in a gambling game that was sure not to stay above board, and every so often someone let out a belly howl of a laugh. The business of the saloon being more active than usual was likely attributed to the simple fact that a celebrity was in their midst - or at least the equivalent of one. If there were secrets in town, they weren't secret very long and something as monumental as the entertaining sharpshooter herself sauntering in on horseback spread through the whispers and loose lips like wildfire. 

Naturally the most curious resident, tourist or otherwise, found her way to the saloon shortly after the talk of the hour had arrived. Evelyn Albright was supposed to be at home on the plantation seeing to her lessons but when the workers were speaking loudly about rumors of a famous sharpshooter being seen near, the curious young miss suddenly had other plans in mind. Of course Evelyn had seen what Annie Oakley was capable of the last time she found her way to this side of the West. It had taken much insistence on Evelyn's part before her father relented. At the time, Evelyn had never known a person to be able to do such a thing with a gun before - though she mostly assumed people who used guns did so for nefarious purposes and not entertainment. 

Evelyn entered the saloon, feeling rather overdressed in her full Sunday best but she tried her best not to focus on that, or on the fact that her dress was dragging a bit on the floor. She paused a moment, stepping past the card players to glance around at the colorful patrons. The last time she was here she was promptly removed from the property but she at least wanted to say hello the one of the more entertaining folk she had seen come through - that wasn't too much to ask, was it?

After nodding to herself and hoping she didn't come on too strongly, Evelyn approached the counter, placing both hands atop it and almost touching the hat that was already resting there. "Did you lose this?" Evelyn asked the gunslinger, adopting a friendly banter. "Couldn't have. Your eyes are much too sharp for that, Miss Oakley." Evelyn didn't want to sound overly familiar with someone she was just meeting but it was hard not to, just like it was hard for her not to give a polite curtsy.