Phineas was too frightened by the tomahawk and approach of Logan’s muscle to notice the pool player. Besides, he was now on the other side of the poker table from the cowboy with the pool cue. He did not know what was going on, but did notice the four men from the other table, approach his former card playing compatriots. They looked rough and Finney just wasn’t sure about a fight. He knew this was good stuff for his book, but didn’t know if he needed to risk his own life in the process.
Out of the corner of his eye, he detected movement from the second floor. A corpulent little man in a brilliant white suit took eager interest in the action below. He pulled the curtain wide enough to see it transpire below. Finney wondered who the fat man was. Maybe he owned the place and was about to watch his saloon get wrecked. Finney placed the corner of the bar between him and the emerging row in the middle of the saloon.
Billy caught the four men approach from the other table. He backed off Mr. Logan when Mistihkoman jumped on the table. He felt threatened by their presence and knew he needed to make an impact soon. The approaching stranger closest to him caught a left cross to the jaw and then a right upper cut right behind the cross. He readied himself for a fight after throwing the first two punches.