A broad-chested, surly man sat behind a great mahogany desk, scuffed and stained with spilled liquor and tobacco chew. His riding boots were propped up on the edge of the desk, calloused fingers laced across his bulging belly. Behind him, a dusty window opened to give a view of the street outside, the pedestrians in dirt-colored clothing nearly blending in with the dirt-covered background.
His chair groaned in protest as he leaned forward slightly, beady black eyes taking in the figure who had just walked into his stingy office.
âWhoâr you?â he grumbled, his jaw working another wad of tobacco. He unceremoniously spat a mouthful into the nearby spittoon.
âDoc.â The man replied. The gentleman behind the desk appraised the figure a little more critically. Tall, lean, broad build. A young man with intelligent blue eyes poking out from beneath a mop of sandy bangs. The rim of his hat reached low over his face, casting most of it in shadow, but the other man could see that he was clean-shaven.
âDocâ had his hands clasped in front of him, the left hand bearing a wedding band. âWhereâs your wife, Doc?â he muttered, though the question didnât really matter much.
âLord took her home. Figured she was too good of an angel to let her wander around these parts.â Doc smiled, but it was a sad kind of smile, one that didnât reach his eyes. âIâm looking to tend your saloon, sir. I saw you donât have anyone to fill the position.â
âCuz no one wants it.â The other replied with a short laugh. âDo you know what kind of figures come walkin through those doors? Ingrates, villains of every kind. You know how to shoot a gun, Doc?â
âI served for six years in the Unites States Armed forces as a combat Medic. If I donât know how to shoot I sure wouldnât be standin here now, would I?â
There was a thoughtful pause. âYouâll be needing someone to help you out, Doc. It isnât an easy job.â
âNo worries sir,â Doc replied with a nod of his head. âMy daughterâs more than willing. Weâll turn this place around, God willing.â
The man barked a laugh again. âGod ainât got nothin to do with this place no more, Doc. You best start getting used to that idea now.â
Doc nodded politely, turning on his heels after muttered words of parting, aiming for the door.
âHey, Doc?â
He paused.
âYer hired.â
âYessir.â