Re: Episode 5-1: Blood Moon
Hank grumbled something under his breath, but finally relented, somewhat sulkily. "Well, I suppose you're right about that. I better get back downstairs and tend to my saloon before some drunk makes off with all the whiskey." He headed back down the stairs, running into Earp on the way, who spoke to him briefly and offered him some money that McNary refused, before heading up himself. McNary brought Walter a bottle of whiskey and a glass. "Whiskey. Alcohol. It's for him, not for you and it's on the house," he said trying to make sure that Sky Dog understood, shaking a warning finger at the native. "Don't mind Injuns, but y'all can't hold your liquor for nothin'. We already saw how that went with those three sips of beer you took earlier." McNary wandered back to his bar, but kept a close eye on the table where the Siberian sat with the wounded young man.
Walter thanked McNary, and with his free hand opened the bottle and poured himself a short glass of it. Putting the bottle down, he took a sip of the fiery liquor and grimaced slightly. He pointed to his arm. "That fella came and done set it, but it still hurts somethin' mighty fierce. I don't know what else. Mostly just bleedin' I guess. I prolly gonna have some real bad cuts and a swolled up face tomorrow. Least they didn't get my good hand, or I'd be useless. Next time...I dunno, I think those fellas got it out for me."