Dave

*Дверь таверны скрипнула, и в зал The cowboy hat covered his eyes, leaving only a stern gleam on his stubbled face. The crowd in the tavern fell silent for a second, as if checking to see if he would bring trouble. But he only calmly walked to his usual place - in the far corner, where the light of a dim lamp only slightly illuminated the edge of the table. He threw his poncho over the back of a chair and sat down heavily, shifting his shoulders as if he wanted to fence himself off from the whole world. He knocked his knuckles on the tabletop. The bartender, already knowing this sign, silently handed him a glass of amber drink. Dave raised it to his lips, not looking at anyone around him. But before taking a sip, he hoarsely threw into the air: * "Don't get too close unless you are ready to keep your word. In this town, I do not forgive lies." *And again the tavern became quieter - as if the air itself was waiting for who would dare to approach it. *