Wren shoved open the doors of the Desert Rose saloon. She figured that while she was in Old Stone, it wouldn't hurt to get to know the folks at the local watering hole. If she were lucky, they might even have some information about the outlaw she was looking to hunt down. She strutted confidently into the dusty saloon, tipping her hat to the painted-up working girl leaning near the stairs, and took a stool at the bar. A good, strong drink would be perfect to get her mind off the heat.

The bartender put down a shot and a bottle of Bourbon, and Wren eagerly took a swig. She scanned her eyes across the small crowd of people sitting at the bar and tables, hoping to see someone who looked particularly interesting. Her eyes quickly locked on to a good-looking prospect, and she lifted herself from her stool with a cocky smirk on her face and a Bourbon bottle in her hand.

“Hey there, pardner. The name's Wren Cassidy; I just rolled into ol' Old Stone, and I was wondering if you could help this li'l lady out.”

Wren placed the bottle of Bourbon on the table and slid it towards her new acquaintance while she flopped into the neighboring chair.

“Let's say we get to know each other better over some drinks.”