It has two days of traveling. Silently riding on the back of Cassius as the hooves clacked on the hard clay. Two days ago, Monty was helping in a free slave town, New Porter, where he was offered a position as town sheriff since he stayed for about two weeks and have defended the town, keeping riff-raffs from causing problems. 

Yeah he had to straighten out some of his own people, telling them to have better pride in themselves but the biggest trouble were some of the criminals who came through thinking that the blacks will keep their mouths shut and let them do as they pleased. The only reason why he stayed as long as he did was not because of just defending but a fine piece of tail who was just too irresistible to pass up.

Getting his fill of New Porter, entertaining the people with his guitar skills and joining other musicians while there, helping and scaring off any trouble makers, and time and time again...laying his pipe down on sweet Matilda, Monty went on his way to travel to another town to make his money.

The sun was cooking, seeing that there were no clouds out, looking into the horizon, hoping that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, Monty saw what looked to be a town up ahead. If this was indeed a town he could rest at, it would be grand but...the thing about coming into small or large towns if it's not a free slave town, Monty was usually not well welcomed in them. In fact, some didn't like that fact that they witness a "n*gger on a horse", as they say. 

It wasn't long until he and Cassius made it into the town of Soursprings. He looked around while coming in slowly, chewing his sugarcane straw while a few people looked up and giving the same reaction he always get when he comes into a town with white people, stares. This wasn't new to him, he'd watch as a carpenter stopped what he was doing to watch and follow Monty's movements. He gained stares from two white guys who were talking. Even the guy who was shoveling shit, stopped to look at this n*gger on a horse.

Still looking around, Monty saw three nooses ready for anyone who crossed the people in this town or any criminal that caused mischief...or any n*gger they felt needed to be made an example out of. The whores looked out the window at this big black man who seemingly unfazed by the stares, come through like he belonged in that town. 

Monty stopped Cassius the moment he saw the saloon and got off to tie his horse up so that he could hopefully get a temporary job as a musician. He had his guns in his holsters but....if he was to bring his guitar in, all he could hope is for these people not to be too  alarmed with his presence. he grabbed the guitar off the back of Cassius, taking it and strapping it on himself as the guitar hung from his back.

Looking around once more, he saw a man and woman looking at him and the man spoke to the woman [color=00a651]D-...Did that n*gger just get off that horse?[/color] he asked her, looking surprised. Monty ignored it and walked into the saloon looking round. It wouldn't surprise him if the whole place stopped their activities to look at him, it's happened before but even so, he walked quietly to the bar while giving a courteous nod to ones who looked at him.