Greendale: Taking out the Trash

We rode into the town. Bell had been right with the carriage. We followed its tracks here. The town looked simple enough. Stores and businesses on the sides, a clock tower under construction in the back. We had to keep the money well hidden in order to sneak them into town.

Everyone is staring at us. I don't care, they probably don't get too many visitors around here. I stopped in front of the town pub. I heard Doc behind me. "We stopping for a drink, partner?" I said, "Just some directions. Stay here, this won't take too long." I got off the horse and entered the pub.

I realiz only now that I don't exactly look like an adult. I may be a good six feet tall, but I still have a baby face, and haven't grown a single hair on it. This isn't going to go well. Just act natural and it'll all be OK. I walked over to the bartender. He looked me up and down and said, "Ya lost, son?" I responded. "Yeah. We're new in town, ya know where we can get some rest around here?" He pointed to the rafters. "We got rooms upstairs. If ya willin to pay the rent, yall can stay." I looked around, I just now realized that the place was deserted, with the exception of a group of men at a table: Whoopin and Hollerin. I gestured to the place itself. "You don't get a lot of business in here, do ya?" He shook his head. "I'd get rid of them if I could, but I'm a bit past my prime, as you can see." I nodded and walked over to the group.

The noise was coming from one man, cursing and yelling at the others. I walked up behind him and tapped on his shoulder. He was a short, fat, bearded, and had a hat that was as ugly as he was. He said, "You here to take our order boy?" I ignored what he said. "I'm here to tell you to leave." He looked at his boys. They had expressions of both relief and pity. The man said, "Oo-wee. We got some sortta sheriff up in here! What if I want ta stay? Huh?" I glared at him. "Last warning. I am telling you ta leave, while you ain't in a stretcher yet." He stood up. He said, "And I'm tellin you to go ta Hell!"

I smirked as I reeled my fist back and punched him dead in the face. He fell back on the table. His friends looked at him, then at me. "I'm guessing I won't have to tell yall the same thing?" They shook their heads and got up from the table. I said, "And take yer trash with ya, will ya?" They scraped him up and left. I went to the bar tender and said, "Now, about those rooms........."