Cross Rides into town his head held high as he scans the surrounding buildings. The scent of fear was like a stench in his nostrils. Something here was very wrong. He pulled off his hat and scratched his head before placing the hat back on. Slowly he rode on into town. He makes note of the blacksmith and The General Store before stopping at the saloon and dismounting. The pind picks up blowing his white duster about him and revealing the sawed off shotgun hidden under it. Gently he pats the neck of his white horse as he hitches him to the post outside before making his way through the doors of the Saloon. The door of the saloon closes loudly behind him as he looks around for a second then pulls his hat down to cover his eyes. He strolls forward and sits down at the bar. "Whisky... straight up... Please." He waits for the drink after setting a few coins on the counter to pay.