As usual, his day had been occupied by nails needing to be set, boards needing to be placed, tools needing to be hauled... His muscles were sore and his throat dry. When the construction crew finally finished up for the day, he slid gratefully into the cab of his truck, deciding that tonight, rather than going straight home, he would head instead for the bar. He could use a drink, and it was friday, after all... So what if the guys were all too busy? He could go to the bar on his own. He didn't need them... right?<br/><br/>Telling himself to go for it, he detoured from the road home, heading to the small bar frequented by most of the locals. It was crowded, as usual, pumping western music at full volume, smelling of cheep food and cheaper booze. Just the way he liked it.<br/><br/>With a smile, he took his place at the bar and signalled to Reese, the barkeep, "Hit me with the usual, Reese..."