text: > describe your surroundings
  The ol' saloon is hoppin' tonight! Dance girls (ahem) swarm the dusty patrons, encouraging them to drink and gamble amongst other indiscretions. Above all the whoopin' 'n hollerin', you can just make out the tinny ragtime of an unseen brass-tack piano. The barkeep is shoveling out drinks to the bar at a furious pace while one of the other hired help polishes the wall-length mirror. Swinging doors lead back to the street to the north.
  
  You can see a table here.
  
  John Bro calls for one of the dance hall girls and whispers something in her ear. The girl blushes and walks away giggling.
  
  > examine the mirror
  The mirror is quite overwhelming in size. Its surface is nearly perfect and shows no signs of distortion.
  
  When one of the patrons isn't looking, John Bro swaps his drink for an empty glass.
  
  > examine the customers
  The bar patrons are a mixture of cowpokes and businessmen.
  
  The barkeep makes small talk with one of the patrons.
  
  > ask John Bro about mirror
  "Leave it alone. It's worth way more than yer hide!"
  
  John Bro calls for one of the dance hall girls and whispers something in her ear. The girl blushes and walks away giggling.
  
  > ask John Bro about the saloon
  "I don't got no time for talkin'."
  
  When one of the patrons isn't looking, John Bro swaps his drink for an empty glass.
  
  > ask John Bro about the drinks
  "I don't got no time for talkin'."
  
  John Bro pulls out a small gun, checks it for bullets, and then places it back in his pocket.
  
  > examine the gun
  The single-shot pocket derringer has a beautiful ivory handle and appears to be loaded.
  
  > Go south
  You can't go that way.
  
  The barkeep makes small talk with one of the patrons.
  
  > shoot john
  The barkeep shakes his head and points to the shotgun behind the bar.
  
  John Bro calls for one of the dance hall girls and whispers something in her ear. The girl blushes and walks away giggling.
  
  > shoot the mirror
  The barkeep shakes his head and points to the shotgun behind the bar.
  
  When one of the patrons isn't looking, John Bro swaps his drink for an empty glass.
  
  > look at the shotgun
  The double-barreled shotgun hangs behind the bar for the sole use of the bartender.
  
  The bartender pulls out a small flask and takes a swig when no one is looking.
  
  > Go north
  A big burly man bursts through the swinging doors and yells, "What the hell ya think yer doin' missy sittin' at mah table? Hey barkeep, I should shoot yer ears off for lettin' this wench clutter up mah place here!"
  
  The ol' saloon is quieter than a church. Patrons and dance girls line the walls to avoid being in the line of fire. The barkeep is huddled behind the bar occasionally peeking out to view the situation. The rest of the hired help is nowhere to be seen.
  
  You can see Black Thad McGee and a table here.
  
  > examine thad
  This is the meanest looking bad guy you hope to ever set eyes on. Narrow beady eyes stare at you from a grizzly shaven face. Twin scars, one each cheek, accentuate a bent nose which veers slightly off to the left. His dusty black clothing is well worn and is bulging at the seams from the massive physique contained within.
  
  Black Thad's oversized hands continually twitch just over the handles of his pearl-handled guns.
  "Well missy, how 'bout you give me a big ol' kiss and I'll forget I ever laid eyes on yer miserable hide?"
  
  > show the gun to Thad
  "What I'm interested in ain't what yuh is holdin'." Black Thad says with an evil gleam in his eyes.
  
  "Ya better get kissin' missy or I is goin' to up the stakes!"
  
  > shoot thad
  As you lift the gun to shoot, Thad draws both guns and shoots the pistol right from your hand, leaving your arm stinging up to your elbow. Your head starts to spin from the pain, and within the blink of an eye, your head hits the floor.
  Saloon
  This old beer hall served its last cold one many summers past. The rosewood bar stretches from wall to wall and, surprisingly, the wall-length mirror in back of the bar is still intact. The brass foot rail at the base of the bar is worn flat on the top from the countless patrons whose hard-earned wages were quickly converted into good times and song. Swinging doors lead back to the street to the north.
  
  You can see a quarter-full bottle of whiskey, a cauldron (in which are a pan (which is empty), a square of gum base, a cube of sugar, two matches, a couple kernels of corn, a crumpled note, a silver spoon, a lantern, a leather-bound book, a green note, a shovel and some metallic flakes), a tin (in which are two portions of balm), a pitchfork, a piece of gauzy cloth, a cork, a table, a slot machine and a tray (which is empty) here.
  
  You arise from the floor with a slight headache, but everything else seems to be intact.
  
  > examine the recipe
  The book is about the size of a small church hymn book. The leather cover is quite worn but still displays an array of wonderful artwork depicting scenes of cowboys, horses, and wide open vistas. The book is slightly singed in places, but more importantly, it appears as if most of the pages have been torn out.
  
  > read it
  The one remaining page looks like a recipe:
  
  "QuickDraw McGraw"
  1 square gum base
  1 sprig sage
  1 cube sugar
  
  Mix together with silver spoon in iron vessel with pinch of Tryst. Effects are temporary and may vary widely when used with alcohol.