Snippet #1344055

Felix made his way into the hotel and up to his room. The older gentleman had told him his room was 205 and he scanned the door numbers as he strolled down the hall. His concentration was broken by a woman's cries inside of a nearby room, and he stopped to listen. Clearly, something had been stolen from the poor lady, and just ahead in an open doorway, he could see the man from before talking with an attractive young woman. Had he come to El Paso to meet with a mistress or something? He passed slowly, trying not to seem like he had noticed them. The last thing he need was more enemies, and if this fella was messing around, he wanted to be as far away from the train wreck when his wife found out. However, as he passed the two, he met eyes with the woman briefly.

"Ma'am" He said and politely tipped his hat.

No need to be rude, even if she was a jezebel. Times were tough and folks had to make money somehow. Who was he to judge? When he reached Room 206, Felix found his door was locked. He sighed and rested his forehead against it. Now he'd have to make the awkward trip back downstairs. As he turned to return to the lobby, he spotted the little old man coming up the stairs. He met him halfway, near the couple.

"Um... My doors locked, sir" Felix said pointing over his shoulder.

"Apologizes, young man. I realized that room has already been rented to a man in El Paso on business. Came to let you know 204 is all yours" The man explained, handing Felix a key.

"Thank you kindly" He said, again tipping his hat. "You know where a fella could get his pistols looked at? My Colt took a tumble into some mud about a mile outside of town and I could use some ammo" Felix asked, looking down at his dirty Dragoon.

The old man scratched his chin and thought hard.

"Couple places in town could help ya, but they're real picky about costumers ever since The Muldoon's started shaking the owners down. Don't want nobody havin the one up on em, ya see?" He said coldly.

Felix's eyes narrowed when he heard the name, eager to put a bullet between the eyes of the men that'd wronged him.

"Thank you kindly, sir. I'll just ask around then..." He said, trailing off in thought.

The old man smiled warmly and returned to the lobby, leaving Felix standing alone, lost in his own mind. The rumors of Muldoon activity in El Paso had been true, and he was one step closer to his goal. Even though he still had no clues as to his identity, nor how he had been involved with the group, he took solace in knowing the memories could come flooding back at any time, triggered by names or locations from his past. This was his hope, at least. Doc Patterson had explained that his life before the accident could go unknown for years, possibly for the rest of his life. It was in God's hands, an entity Felix didn't believe in. His life, and death, were things he controlled.

While passing the couple, Felix worked up the courage to stop. Perhaps the woman was a local, and if that was the case, she could have possible leads on The Muldoon's.

"Sorry to chime in again, mister... But would that lady friend of yours happen to be from El Paso?" He questioned, again treading lightly around the armed man in the duster.