Dakota blinked the dust out of his eyes as the man rode back down the dirt road. He turned to take in the town he and Raymond had arrived in. It was a bigger place than he was expecting, filled with many houses, big and small, along with shops for anything a guy could need. His chestnut brown eyes settled on a sign that read in big, bold letters: [b]SALOON[/b]. He swallowed, suddenly realizing how thirsty he was. He had run out of water just before they got into town.

"Hey," Dakota said, throwing Raymond a grin and jabbing a thumb at the old-fashioned building. "What do you say we grab something to drink and get ourselves acquainted with some of the locals? Who knows, maybe we'll even find a fellow or two willing to join our little ragtag group of outlaws."

Without waiting for a reply, Dakota sauntered over to the saloon and pushed open the swinging doors. He felt eyes on him as he walked up to the bartender. The other people were obviously sizing him up since he was new. Estimating if he was an easy target. [i]Well, let them think what they will,[/i] Dakota chose to ignore them. He plopped onto a stool and waited for the bartender to approach him.

[b]"What'll it be?"[/b] the man asked in a gruff tone.

"I'll take a whiskey," Dakota answered. He looked over at Raymond and waited for his friend to decide.