Welcome to the town of Sweetwater, south of the Texas panhandle. The road here might have been a bit dusty, but the Sweetwater Saloon offers a place to wet a dry throat. The batwings open into a dark smoke filled room where an elderly man plays a halfhearted song on a badly out of tune piano. The portly Saloonkeeper collects the patrons' guns (and other obviously displayed deadly weapons) and stores them under the bar before he serves any alcohol.
The whiskey is rough and the crowd rougher! Phineas, William, Taylor, Mistihkoman, and Mary have fallen into a poker game with a man who goes the by the name of Mr. Logan. He's a well dressed man with a thin mustache and keeps losing more than he's winning. So far, Finney and Mary have each won 2 dollars, Billy 4, and Taylor and Mistihkoman each 3, all at the expense of Mr. Logan, who is growing...
annoyed ... at his loses, but doesn't seem to be running out of dollars yet.
"One more round," Mr. Logan says, dealing out the cards yet again. "Let me win some of that back."
There are four windows at the front of the building. The bar is on the north wall while the piano and a stair up to the office are on the south. A lone pool table is nestled in the back corner, and two well worn tables and several scattered chairs fill the center of the room.
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