Snippet #2005895

Damian regarded the man who nodded at him with a small smile as he continued to look at the table, reflecting on the years he had been hunting outlaws that both deserved and didn't deserve to be outlaws. He never took anyone who stole from a general store because it would seem to him more like someone trying to fend for himself and his family (if the quarry had any).

Sighing Damian took off his hat and set it down on the table with one hand, then a few coins on the table with another, calling out to the bartender. "Bartender, A drink if you don't mind, I'm parched from traveling out in the desert." Running a hand through his rust-colored hair he sighed calmly and hummed to himself as he watched the bartender bring a pint of beer to him, regarding one of the other customers as a sad drunk down on his luck.

"First impressions of a town don't lie." he said to himself, "This town is starting to get on it's feet. However if bandits and outlaws keep comin' an' scaring good folk, it ain't natural." He sighed and took a long sip of his pint before setting it down and watching the saloon with a heaving sigh, wandering if something will turn up to make his day a bit easier.