Terrick winced at the elbow jab. "Damn...watch that!" He said, though not in irritation. "I've had a few..encounters that have left me a bit out of sorts." He twisted and stretched a bit, wearing a grimace. "Oh hell, I haven't been up to much other than the business...you know how it is." He raised a finger for the bartender: "Beer and rot gut," he nodded toward Vincent. When the beverages arrived, he downed half, then turned to his friend. "Tall ya what...I wouldn't mind chasin' some skirt," he said, shaking his head sadly. "I don't mind telling you, it's been a while." He rapped on the bar counter; "Give me some eggs and spuds, huh?" He stepped off the stool. "Let's get a table," he said to Vincent. As they made their way to a corner table in the back of the room, Terrick sipping at his beer, his peripheral vision caught a gnarly figure ducking behind the saloon's swinging doors. For all he could tell from the brief vision, the man had been sizing them up before he concealed himself. Terrick sipped his beer again, but did not turn his head. He elbowed Vincent in the ribs this time.