Sam Miller stood in front of a crowd preaching for them to repent. "Come all ye sinners and fornicators and enter the Church of God where you will be washed of all your sins and reborn. No matter what past you may have, murderer, miner, pickpocket, or anything else, you are all still Gods children and he will forgive you." and on he droned but no one would hear him out. Finally, after standing up on a stack of crates for hours, Sam climbed down frustrated and headed to the nearest Saloon.<br/><br/>Standing there at the swinging doors, Sam hesitated for a moment before he just pushed aside one of the doors, and walked in. He knew he drew looks from some of the other patrons, but Sam didn't care what they thought of him as it was only what he thought about himself that counted. As he approached the bar Sam kept his hat dipped down so others couldn't look him in the eye. "A bottle of whiskey." was all that Sam ordered, placing three dollars on the counter.<br/><br/>As he waited for the bottle it had only just occurred that Sam was sitting next to possibly one of the foulest smelling Mexicans he had ever met, his nose wrinkling at the smell of the man. "You, my foreign friend, could use a bath." Sam stated as he turned his his head slightly to look the man over while his wide brimmed hat obscured most of his face.