Sir Monsieur
Connoisseur of all things.
Nash sat at the end of the bar eyeing all the beautiful women. He was in the saloon sipping on watered down sasparilla. It didn't necessarily taste good but was the best he could afford at the moment, besides Nash couldn't really hold his liquor. Last time he had a shot of Whiskey he blacked out. When he came too he was in a horse trough, broke and had mysterious stains on his clothing. He gave a small sigh as he reflected on the memory. Deffently not one of his proudest moments. The "Gunslinger" looked up from his drink, he positioned his head slightly to the right to get a glance at the situation. A man seemed to be vomiting uncontrollably. Nash brought his attention back to his drink thinking of nothing imparticular.
It was by the time he finished his drink when a perplexed man started yelling about his favorite shoes. The man appeared to be in his early fifties and had long silver hair. To Nashe's understanding, he was a doctor and apparently not a very sympathetic one. The doctor had drawn his pistol on the man. "Well, I was not expecting that one" He mumbled under his breath. Immediately the sheriff broke up the two. The sheriff was a much bigger man than the doctor and let me say the sheriff was not happy about this one bit. He began to lecture on how he would hang the doctor if he had to.
Nash adjusted his eye patch, it was such a pain to wear. It was itchy plus he had a blind spot over the left side of his body making him very vulnerable, but with this disguise, no one really messed with him. It was very useful he got peace and quiet giving him much time to think. Thinking and reading were probably one of his favorite pastimes, along with the occasional smoke. He stared bitterly at his glass, empty as usual.
The "Gunslinger" quivered in his seat when he heard an opulent voice that seemed to be coming from the left of him. "Hello there big fella," She said. Nash had to control his excitement for a moment. He had already made a mental picture of her based on her voice. He put a small grin on his face. "Hello, there how are you?" The women quickly responded with "How about you buy me a drink and tell me about your troubles," She was telling the bartender to drop a pint over here. "Certainly, my treat" The bartender had a pint of some of the best-looking beer he had ever seen, but the pint did not stop for him no, it went to the left of him.
He quickly twisted his head left to find a rather attractive woman, sadly the beer didn't stop between the two. It was placed with a mighty big fellow who had an astonished look plastered on his face and the women accompanying him. "Damned eyepatch." He muttered. It's fine he wasn't looking for that kind of accompaniment anyway. He left some money at the bar and marched off.
He pushed open the saloon doors and quickly walked out. He was greeted by a dreary overcast and a barren road. Of course, he wasn't complaining just about anything was better than the sun. Nash looked around, there weren't many people roaming the streets today, but certain women caught his eye she looked fairly new in town. He would have gone and introduced himself but it was simply not in character. The "Gunslinger" Began to roam around the town looking for something to do. It did not take him long to find himself roaming through some corn fields leading to the church.
As he began to approach the end of the path the wonderful aroma of smoke filled his nostrils. It seems someone was already at the end of the path. Nash was genuinely shocked to find the bartender sitting in the graveyard smoking. He had chosen a mighty fine spot to smoke, nice and secluded from all the noise of the salon. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it on a lantern. Nash sat himself next to the bartender, he took in a deep puff of smoke.
"So what brings you out here?" He said breathing out smoke.
Shireling
It was by the time he finished his drink when a perplexed man started yelling about his favorite shoes. The man appeared to be in his early fifties and had long silver hair. To Nashe's understanding, he was a doctor and apparently not a very sympathetic one. The doctor had drawn his pistol on the man. "Well, I was not expecting that one" He mumbled under his breath. Immediately the sheriff broke up the two. The sheriff was a much bigger man than the doctor and let me say the sheriff was not happy about this one bit. He began to lecture on how he would hang the doctor if he had to.
Nash adjusted his eye patch, it was such a pain to wear. It was itchy plus he had a blind spot over the left side of his body making him very vulnerable, but with this disguise, no one really messed with him. It was very useful he got peace and quiet giving him much time to think. Thinking and reading were probably one of his favorite pastimes, along with the occasional smoke. He stared bitterly at his glass, empty as usual.
The "Gunslinger" quivered in his seat when he heard an opulent voice that seemed to be coming from the left of him. "Hello there big fella," She said. Nash had to control his excitement for a moment. He had already made a mental picture of her based on her voice. He put a small grin on his face. "Hello, there how are you?" The women quickly responded with "How about you buy me a drink and tell me about your troubles," She was telling the bartender to drop a pint over here. "Certainly, my treat" The bartender had a pint of some of the best-looking beer he had ever seen, but the pint did not stop for him no, it went to the left of him.
He quickly twisted his head left to find a rather attractive woman, sadly the beer didn't stop between the two. It was placed with a mighty big fellow who had an astonished look plastered on his face and the women accompanying him. "Damned eyepatch." He muttered. It's fine he wasn't looking for that kind of accompaniment anyway. He left some money at the bar and marched off.
He pushed open the saloon doors and quickly walked out. He was greeted by a dreary overcast and a barren road. Of course, he wasn't complaining just about anything was better than the sun. Nash looked around, there weren't many people roaming the streets today, but certain women caught his eye she looked fairly new in town. He would have gone and introduced himself but it was simply not in character. The "Gunslinger" Began to roam around the town looking for something to do. It did not take him long to find himself roaming through some corn fields leading to the church.
As he began to approach the end of the path the wonderful aroma of smoke filled his nostrils. It seems someone was already at the end of the path. Nash was genuinely shocked to find the bartender sitting in the graveyard smoking. He had chosen a mighty fine spot to smoke, nice and secluded from all the noise of the salon. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it on a lantern. Nash sat himself next to the bartender, he took in a deep puff of smoke.
"So what brings you out here?" He said breathing out smoke.
Shireling