Jax
Afternoons were quiet enough, most times, that there wasn't much call for keeping the main bar open as well as the cathouse. Most folk weren't interested in girls until darkness fell, as if daylight would show up the patches on goods that weren't no longer new, so early afternoon found Gemma through in the saloon, resting on a stool next to the bar, watching Jax polish up glasses. "You been hearin' anythin' more 'bout those men the sheriff took away?"