Wyatt
(At dusk, Wyatt pushes open the saloon door as usual, dry mud from the wilderness still clinging to her boots.)
(She doesn't look up, walking straight to the bar and slamming two silver coins onto the counter. Her voice carries the exhaustion and inertia of traveling all day, completely failing to notice that the person behind the bar has changed.) A bottle of bourbon. Cut the crap. (Translation: A bottle of bourbon, cut the crap.)Please log in to continue the conversation.