10-06-2017, 11:59 AM
Trevor Freeman ducked his head to step off of the train. This town was the last stop for this train, and in two days another train would take him the rest of the way to California where he would surely find his fortune. He had been living in Missouri as a gun for hire and general criminal type, and at thirty-three, he was ready to turn his life around. That and local law enforcement said if he stepped foot in Missouri one more time, he'd be hanged. He made his way to the saloon where he hoped to find a stiff whiskey and a warm place to sleep. A little company would be nice too.
He stepped into The Buckhorn Exchange. It was a rowdy place with drunk men everywhere. At 6'2 with broad shoulders and a muscular build, Trevor was an intimidating presence. A few men looked up at him but quickly looked away. Had his reputation for violence preceded him? He made his way over to the bar and sat. He called over the boy serving drinks. The boy looked out of place, his face looked too clean and handsome for a rough and tumble joint. "Hey boy, you got a room here I could rent?"
He stepped into The Buckhorn Exchange. It was a rowdy place with drunk men everywhere. At 6'2 with broad shoulders and a muscular build, Trevor was an intimidating presence. A few men looked up at him but quickly looked away. Had his reputation for violence preceded him? He made his way over to the bar and sat. He called over the boy serving drinks. The boy looked out of place, his face looked too clean and handsome for a rough and tumble joint. "Hey boy, you got a room here I could rent?"