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.
"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.