Touring the town

Two hours later Snake, a shiny new badge on his shirt, was walking down the main street of town with the Marshall. "Son, this can be a pretty wild town. You got grit, but you also got to learn to be smart. You may be fast with that gun, but if some cowboy sneaks up behind up with a scattergun, well... We've already buried a couple of deputies on Boot Hill."

The Marshall gave Snake a tour of town. He pointed out the trouble spots and the back alleys to watch out for. They stopped in front of a sleezy looking saloon, a faded sign announced that it was "Sally's Tit". "Lots of riff-raff in here. We always go in together, you hear? If you hear trouble, you wait for me or one of the other deputies. "

Snake followed the Marshall into "Sally's Tit". It smelled of stale booze and puke. Three men sat at a corner table drinking and playing cards. A sullen bartender glared at the Marshall. Over the bar hung a painting of a naked woman with huge tits. It appeared as if liquor was flowing out of her tits into the open mouths of several men whose faces were painted at the bottom of the painting. "That's Sally," the Marshall pointed to the painting, "she owns this place. She comes in after dark. And that," he pointed to the bartender, "is William, a foul-mouthed good-for-nothing."

The Marshall led Snake out of the saloon and down a side street. They stopped in front of a two-storied red house surrounded by a white picket fence. "This is the 'Red Harbor', a place I'm sure you will come to know very well. The Marshall led Snake up the front steps and into the ornate front hall.

Snake's mouth gaped in surprise.