"I didn't, but my gun did."<br/>Wrynn responded nonchalantly, the expression on his face did not change. The man did not enjoy killing another, not anymore, but he knew it was a necessity out here in the frontier and he would keep doing it. Only one arm was resting on the table, the other was always at his hip ready to draw. Even in a game of cards he shuffled and dealt with one hand, evidence of the man's dexterity. He did not favor one over the other, the one on the table was the one nearest to his glass of whiskey. Wrynn might not have looked it, but he was having a good time, some people did not know how to look passed his mean looking albeit handsome face.<br/>"Every time I come back I expect bad news but it seems all has gone well apparently, my paranoia might be needing another prescription."<br/>He said as he reached over for the whiskey and took it back before turning his head to face her.<br/>"How about you Ms. Starr? Any one out here owe you an outstanding debt?"<br/>He looked over at her, once in a while he would call in her debts only because only fools did not pay and most of the times those men where involved in other illegal activities. Surprisingly because of that, the Saloon had a rather good record when it came to people paying their tabs.