"I wouldn't be worryin', barkeep. Except for them there ladies, I think we're all on our own - more's the pity. So no posses here." Brandon let his friendly Irish brogue carry him into the room.<br/><br/>He knocked his broad, white hat off as he walked across the room, letting it hang against his back. Leaning forward against the far end of the bar, he turned to take in the whole room.<br/><br/>"An' if they were feudin', then there'd be still be one left standing."<br/>