<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;"><em><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saguaro Saloon</strong></span></em></span><br/>(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/saguaro01.jpg)</div><br/>From afar, onlookers may overlook what would seem like a mirage in the desert. The town built on the plateaus and in crevices of a rocky hill, and the one with a steady stream of coaches and men on horseback, is none other than Oasis. Found close to the border of the foreign country down south, Oasis is the last stop in the country before gentlemen and outlaws alike cross the river into Bandito country. Like an oasis, the town supplies the locals and passing folk with needed fluids to moisten parched mouths and burn throats. The town also has a church, for those seeking salvation from their lives. From desert food to leather garments to guns and never-ending supply of bullets, Oasis is the place for the lawmen and criminals, but they first have to get past the Marshal, who makes the town of Oasis his home. The Sheriff's Office sits next to the general store, its front door able to see the towering walls surrounding the saloon as well as the path that leads down away from Oasis. A Wells Fargo bank sat across from the Sheriff's Office, next to the church.<br/><br/>Sitting at the peak of the rocky hill the town is built upon is the Saguaro Saloon, aptly named after the tall cacti strewn about the desert landscape around the town. The semi-fortified mansion used to be the home of a man who ran for the West with two women tagging along behind him. Now it belongs to Guinevera Starr, the self-claimed Madame of the Saguaro Saloon. Most of the town's business and activity center in and around the watering hole, which doubles as a gambling station and pleasure center catering to all gentlemen and not-so-gentle-men. It was the Saguaro Saloon that turned Oasis from a humble trading post to a need-to-see place in the West.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Saguaro Saloon used to be a mansion of a wealthy man from the eastern coast of the country, who turned the house into an average brothel after the death of his wife. He hired Mexican laborers to build the structure of the house from materials found in Mexico, and paid them cheap wages. An extensive wall was built around the house in order to keep unwanted guests, including the builders of the house, who made their homes on the plateaus and crevices of the hill that the house sat upon. But the dreams and riches of the West seduced the man, and with two harlots in tow, made his way west to find success. No one has heard from him since. Rumors say the two harlots killed the man in his sleep one night and his money and his life was taken away from him in the desert sun.<br/><br/>Guinevera Starr, a humble saloon girl who worked at the Saloon, was among those who made their living and their homes in the Saloon. Finding management nowhere in the God-forsaken desert, the ladies of the house left on whatever carriage was available and went to the four winds in order find their success. Finding potential in the now empty house, Guinevera Starr appointed herself as the Saloon's Madame and used her time and body, and with help from the Marshal, to bring the Saloon back on its feet. In three years, it has become an important stop for travelers from every corner of the country and beyond.<br/><br/>Saguaro Saloon has grown in the three years it was re-established. Behind the house sits a corral for both horses and cattle. The original Mexican workers became the caretakers of the house, eventually expanding it to make room for a high-stakes gambling room and additional rooms for travellers. Their daughters became the saloon girls who served the drinks to the Saloon's patrons. Six rooms on the upper floor are reserved for the courtesans who cater to the other needs of paying customers. The Saguaro Saloon has a full bar with large supply of all the available liquors in the country. The bar even serves wine to the gentlemen who visit.