Rattlesnake Jack just stared at Alpha for a bit, as he mention hazed. "Right, saloon ain't... place fer driving cattle. Y'know slick, I ain't drove cattle through a saloon. Well except that one time with Mordecai in Cactus Creek, but we were both giddy from the nectar... Plus the Landlord was a mighty ripe bastard, 'n it was closin' time at the Saloon." He was rather confused why he'd talk about cattle-driving when it came to a saloon. City-slickers were weird. "Yeah, bars tend ta give that sorta info. Or the barber-shop. Either one really. Sure you'll get somethin' interestan. And if'n ya gonna homebrew, oughta go to a general store fer parts."