Finney didn’t understand what Mr. Logan was doing right away. He may have been a bit slow on the uptake. None of his frat brothers would ever think to cheat or steal the pot in this manner. It was foreign to his etiquette. But when Misty Koman pulled out the small sword, he realized the grumpy old man was trying to steal the pot from him. He knew this was a fight he was ill prepared for and did not want to get involved. He would find a quiet corner to melt into and be a proverbial bug on the wall, watching what happened.

Billy on the other hand felt a bit suspicious about Mr. Logan from the beginning of the game as well as the Johnny Reb. He was curious about Miss Johnson and agreed with Misty Koman’s good medicine. He knew the Cree man, was a good person. When he saw the Cree stand up and threaten Mr. Logan after he reached for the pot, Billy stood up dropping his chair to the floor. He gave up his weapons when he entered the establishment, except one; his fists and feet. He was an experienced pugilist, having taken his licks many times.

“Mistah Logan, it would be in yo best interest if you rethought what you was attemptin’ to do heah. This is not gonna go the way ya planned.” Billy addressed Mr. Logan in a very [i]serious tone[/i]. Billy looked at Misty Koman simply to let him know, he had his back.