(http://www.m7bedlam.com/scans/scans_Ezra/es01.jpg)<br/>Wyatt ambled into town on his horse glancing around with his quick sharp eyes quickly finding the watering hole and heading towards it.  He slid off his horse and tied it to the hitching post outside of the saloon then brushing off his clothes from the dust of travel, taking a glance at his pocketwatch, and stepping inside.  He made his way to the bar where he ordered a shot of whatever was on the rail, taking the hooch in one swallow with a slight grimace at the less then stellar alchohol before turning around and leaning back against the bar to take in his surroundings.