Red gave a laugh and smirked.
"Yes. I think the saloon is much more of a safe place to talk in. Only half of Laramie can fit in there" he said and turned his horse to face the nearest opening to the main street.
"Whatever you're here for, stay out of my way" he said and rode off to the main street, not getting far before noticing a row of wanted posters on one of the walls. He stopped next to them, now understanding what the bounty hunter was after; the Tenney Gang.
"Interesting..." he noted to himself before heading in the direction of the saloon once more. If it wasn't the place where he could find information of the Ranch Wars, he didn't know where to look. Even now after he made himself known in the place with the gunfight and all
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan