<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/daRr5zx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=164739.msg7662661#msg7662661)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside Prospector Saloon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>The smoke was a little thick today, thicker than it usually was around this time.  Smith didn't mind.  A glass of whiskey to sip, a pack of cards to play with, and nothing but time on his hands made him a happy man.  The other residents wouldn't start really gathering in the saloon for a while longer.  Most either tending to the things they need to do to make sure they see another ultra-violet sunrise, or too proper to enjoy a glass of booze this early in the day.  Smith had already taken care of his "chores".  Sunny appreciated the help since he could wander a little farther from town without much trouble to hunt for food or supplies.  His assistance to the town gave him the luxury of these wonderful, quiet moments he enjoyed from time to time.<br/><br/>As he flipped over a face card he imagined the faces the people he killed which ultimately brought him here, though the memory passed with the flip of the next card.  He'd been here several months now, made a little cash on the side helping around the town when they needed a hand with almost anything.  He wondered idly how much longer he'd stay, how much longer it would be before trouble came to this little town, either looking for him or looking for any of the other folks that passed through.<br/><br/>But when he took another sip of his whiskey everything seemed like it might just be okay for one more day.