All the men were talking in saloon, trying to find the rough riders among them when suddenly they heard a gunshot. Moments later a gust blew the saloon doors open. In stepped a man clad in ragged dusty clothes, strangely enough it looked like he had a new hat on. He had a strange feeling he had done this before. At the table there were four men drinking tea, "Brits," the stranger muttered, "I hate Brits."
The first man to approach the stranger the stranger was Warden, "Hello, stranger, that is an awfully nice hat."
The stranger replied, "It's a Stetson. I wear Stetsons now, Stesons are cool."
"And where did you get it?" Warden inquired.
"Off a man who won't be needing it anymore." He moved to the right to reveal the corpse of krellin, the town drunk. "The bastard tried to kill me, fortunately he wasn't too coordinated. Anyway, I've been listening to your conversation, very enlightening stuff. I believe I can help." He said as he took a seat.
"What can you tell us, stranger?" asked PE.
"Well, I can tell you that you have not said nearly enough my friend. And I believe that that man" he jestured to Warden, "is likely innocent. I don't have too much to say about anyone else."
On the inside the rough riders and the serial killer sighed with relief. "However", said the stranger pulling out his gun, I'm going to keep an eye on this man, raising his gun toward ghug, "he thinks it's funny to try to get a man killed, I don't like that."
Chaqa, the barkeep chimed in, "Sir we do not allow bloodshed in this saloon, that's why we hang people from the gallows, no blood." The stranger smiled. Chaqa continued, "anyway what is your name?"
"Vashta Neurotic, but you can call me Vash." He turned his head to the man next to him, Luke [Redacted] IV, who was smiling like a Maniac. "Funny thing about mafia, first come smiles, then come lies, and it all ends in gunfire."