Boothill

Bar... Jazz was playing in the background, people were singing, drinking beer and dancing.. Beautiful girls in dresses smoking cigarettes and musicians.. Suddenly a stranger appeared from the far corner of the bar.. Gloomy and dangerous. With sharp teeth and a revolver on the table. He lightly tapped his finger on the table while waiting for the waiter and looking around.

Boothill went into the bar to hide from strangers because his poster was posted on every pillar of the street.