The Wild, Wild West

Hiding at the bar made most sense to you. You had known the bartender ever since you were in college, and you knew he’d be willing to hide you. Pulling on the reigns, you steered left towards the bar. Your horse was running as fast as he could. It was obvious that he was exhausted from all of the running, but you couldn’t have him give up now. You patted him on the neck to try to motivate him. It seemed like he knew how important it was to escape. As soon as you arrived, you jumped off your horse and sprinted inside. “Hey Beau, it’s been a ‘coon’s age,” the bartender said. “Not now, Jimmy! I’m being chased. Can you hide me?” The look of confusion and worry was painted across his face. “Yeah, uh, sure I guess,” he responded. “Thanks, partner,” you said relieved. You ran to the back into the room where he stored the moonshine. You threw a few crates on yourself to camouflage better. Almost instantly, you heard the bell on the door ring. The cowboys had entered the bar. “Have you seen a man about yay high with long brown hair?” a muffled voice asked. “Uh, no, uhh not here,” Jimmy responded. You were so nervous that he would blow your cover. They stormed into the back room. You could feel your heart pounding. “It doesn’t look like he’s in here, boys,” one of them said, “let’s check the barn.” You were so relieved. You were safe.