As Wu stood their waiting for the men to start their card game, Another man entered the saloon with pride, and a bit of cockiness along side with it. Wu read him briefly, he noticed how his hand seemed harsh, dry. "A blacksmith?" He wondered. "A man's hand never lie" he thought as he sipped from his drink. "His hands obviously states a work field involving hammers and such tools". The newcomer sat beside the sheriff, as he greeted both Rose the bartender and the sheriff. He wasn't a stranger to town Wu noticed. He sipped again from his drink,sore it was,rumbling in his stomach but Wu was a heavy drinker, it wasn't anything new to him.
"his hands say Blacksmith but his cloths and overall look say otherwise, yes a carpenter of sorts." Wu confirmed himself. Wu shifted his gaze to one corner of the saloon, a masked man sitting with a chubby whore with him on the table. He allowed her to touch his mask, Wu gave a gross look "Disgusting" he thought as he looked away. He had no appetite to finish his drink after that horrid view. He approached the bar to order another drink. Rose was sitting on a stool by his left but he gave her no attention, he called for the young girl to bring him a fresh glass and Rum.
As he drank his freshly poured drink, he couldn't help but hear the conversation between Rose and a familiar looking stranger. Wu never spies on others, always keeping to himself, he gave their conversation no attention, Wu tilted his head looking around the saloon, nothing interesting happening at the moment except for a couple of men brawling. When suddenly the stranger mentioned the O'Hennessey Brothers, it grabbed Wu's attention but Wu gave them no signs that he was listening, when the man suddenly stood and bragged about how he killed fifty three men, introducing himself as "Rat" O'Hennessey. The name rang a bell in Wu's head, "It's him! One of the O'Hennessey brothers!" Wu remembered, "Rat" is wanted by the U.S government. Wu swallowed hard, his heart pumped, he was tense. He knew that this man wasn't to be messed with nor to be taken slightly. He is "wanted", there is a ten thousand dollar reward, a bounty, "Dead or alive". Wu's hands were sweating as he reached for his short Chinese sword and grabbed firmly to the handle, he was ready to chop his head if he tried to pull anything stupid.
Rat sat, so did Wu's heart. He slowly removed his hand away from the short sword and sighed in relief. Grabbing his glass as he waved for the bartender to pour him another drink.
