Life in the West (for unshakencowboah)

It was a quiet morning thankfully, Bruce had gotten up early to finish one of his odd jobs he had taken in Valentine (mucking out a stall) and gulped down some breakfast before having to go to his second job, which was sweeping up and bottle washing at Keane's Saloon. He'd been in Valentine a good two weeks now and was finally feeling like he could breathe normally.

"You're late," the owner said with a frown. "Yes, sir, sorry sir," Bruce apologized, quickly getting on an apron and grabbing a broom. The owner grumbled a bit but he couldn't fault Bruce. The man was a hard worker and earned his pay.

He paused in sweeping to right an overturned table. Must have been quite a poker game last night. There were one or two regulars in the place but all was quiet for now. It would start picking up as the day went on.