Russell sits at his usaul table for one. He snaps out his daydream about his non-existant horse ranch when there is fuss at the bar. He sighs and gulps down the last of his whiskey. His daydream was just getting good. He stands up and walks over to the girl in cowboy attire. While the other cowboys notice him approach her, they mutter either your death wish or show her whose boss. He sees the bartender with a bloody nose, looking at the lady in fear. "Good day Miss. Why, may I ask, do you have to hurt and scare him? He is just a weakling who does not better." The bartender glares at him, forgetting the women. Russell glares back with a "I will break your knees" look. The bartender gets the gist and forgets the two.