Slaughter Gulch

Mal and crew scurry into the shadows like good ne'er-do-wells and you return to the Two-Timing Harlot. The ranchers are gone by now and the place is mostly dead, thanks largely to Dakota's little spat.

The barkeep is still awake, however, and he seems none too pleased to see you again. "What in the Sam Hill are you doing here?"

A dirty boy dressed in a torn smock is sweeping up the last vestiges of this evening's brawl.