Chapter 2: The Marshal
"but he's in a better place now," he added, looking back toward the saloon behind him. "speaking of better places, mike runs that saloon. he makes some of the best ribs you'll ever taste, and he also brews coffee in the morning that'll get you hooked.
His brother's rifle
From up on the hill the young canine could see the town, the store, saloon, jailhouse and the cathouse.
The Raiders
Still his voice was quiet when he asked for the finest sherry at the rose saloon and uttered the secret phrase. the bartender eyed him curiously and poured him a glass. "you are quite the big guy, aren't ya?"
Cody's Swimming Lesson: A C.O.W. boys of Moo Mesa Fanfic
"i'll see you this afternoon at the tumbleweed saloon," mrs. lily gave his behind a gentle slap. she sat at the table and sipped her coffee. "be careful near the water," she called as he ran outside into the bright sunshine.
Payment and Payback
The two figures standing before the saloon had paused to take in the sight of the dilapidated structure. they turned to each other and gave a nod. he was through the doors first. as she moved up to his side he was already observing the room.
Chapter 2 - A Gift Horse
The building itself was a rustic wooden saloon with a large common area full of tables and a bar on one side. a heavily pregnant woman, with streaks of honey-colored hair, was mopping the floor near the entrance.
Gam Saan (The Golden Mountain)
It was after one of those long and largely unrewarding days that the field surrendered none of its famed yellow-colored treasure to the miners that the fox read a note transcribed on one of the saloons promising "money to indian-fighters" who would help secure
Black Meridian 15: Psychic Eyes
The sun wasn't yet breaking the horizon, but farmers and butchers were working on setting up stalls in the market streets, while saloon owners and surgeons swept their front porches in prep.
A Lesson in Hauntings
Thistle, tumbleweed, and scotch broom crowded where once the miners would have gathered for the saloon, the gambling, the brothel, or some combination of the above depending on how abandoned the town had become.
Trouble Brewing
Then, he stormed through the saloon-style swinging double doors which opened into the calico grill, except... _no. no. something was wrong._ the front door hung open, the evening sun streaming in. elsewhere, though, it was alarmingly dark.
The Lesser Known One
The matte black furred wolf entered the saloon, gripping the holster of his blaster in a confident fingerless gloved paw under his black, armor-weave duster. one thing the wolf allowed himself to indulge in was his love for the color black.
The Rise of Clyde
It's the town saloon, thirsty bitches. he strolls inside and sees half-filled tables of furs drinking and being merry. a patron smashes his glass against the piano. the music stops and everyone turns towards the two.