ID - The Jose Montano Store
Outside of the Iglesia, the mist has become interspersed with occasional drops of rain, the mountain air cooling further, the heavy clouds bringing an early dusk to the afternoon sky.
Lee ventures down the street, finding it still quiet and mostly unoccupied. Passing another drinking establishment, Wilson’s Saloon, the Ranger notices a pair of men loitering in front of the entrance, watching him as he saunters down the muddy street.
Soon, the imposing sight of the two story courthouse comes into view, lantern light burning within a few of its second floor windows. Across the street from it is a well kept clapboard building with a tin roof, trimmed in bright red. A sign hanging over the batwing doors reads simply, ”Thornton-Curry”.
A young man stands on the front porch, leaning against one of the posts that support the overhang. His features indicate that he is of Mexican heritage, his somewhat shaggy dark hair and unshaven face betraying long hours spent on the range. His shoulders and chest are covered by an earth colored poncho and a Peacemaker is tied low on his left thigh. In his left hand, propped on his shoulder, is a carbine sheathed in a buckskin scabbard. His attention appears fixed on the nearby courthouse, but he breaks his watch long enough to politely nod to Lee as he approaches.
Inside, Lee finds a well furnished barroom. A wide mirror, framed in dark stained oak, adorns the wall behind the polished bar. Shelves holding glassware and bottles stand in front of the mirror. A number of round tables and wooden chairs fill the room and, to the left of the bar, an open door leads deeper into the saloon. The neat decor and papered walls lend the interior a genteel air, reminiscent of the finer homes of the Deep South.
Several of the tables are occupied. At the bar, Lee sees a woman he immediately recognizes as Kansas Kate conversing with a dark haired woman he guesses to be the saloon keeper.
OOC: I’m going to have you pick this up over in Kansas Kate’s thread.