She sat down and waited, tapping her fingers on the wooden counter as she did. There was only one bartender, a short man with glasses, who looked thoroughly overworked. A set of stairs led up to the second floor, where Ashly assumed the rooms were. Gamblers, prostitutes, cowboys the usual crowd. The ground floor contained a few tables and a bar and was covered with people. The Saloon looked like every other one she’d ever been in. She flung open the doors and stepped inside. It didn’t take her long to find a Saloon in a town as big as the one she was in, they were everywhere. It wasn’t every day a woman found herself with this much gold she could retire on it if she wanted to. The sheriff had been more than happy to pay her his entire bounty. Somehow, she had gotten lucky, and shot him dead outside the town bank. She’d had to look at his past heists and guess what his next one would be to catch him.
Shane Madej, one of the most infamous bandits in the West, was not an easy man to find. She’d been hunting him down for months now.