Montana
John was just leading a horse out of the stables when he caught a glimpse of a decidedly interesting character. He handed the horse over to its owner rather hastily and took his pay without bothering to check and see exactly how much it was.
As soon as he could he walked away from the person he'd just reunited with their horse and moved to catch up to Montana.
'Coffee?' he asked, albeit silently.
He'd come from New York. He missed people who were different. Different was, in his book, a god damn good sign.