He wore a white shirt made out of some shiny material. It had ruffles at the neck. His black trousers were pressed and his black boots looked new. Damn. There was no time to deal with Pete and Lenny now. Jed watched Toomay survey the room and then he took a seat at an empty table, his back to the door. Confident bastard. Toomay pulled a deck of cards out of his pants pocket. He tapped them on the table and Jed could feel the general unrest in the saloon. Wymer, who sat at a far table, pushed his drink to the side and stood up. He put on his coat. As he passed Jed, he leaned down. “I think I’ve got some shit that needs shoveling,” he said. Wymer had always been a smart man. Lenny and Pete pushed back their chairs. Jed could smell their excitement, their anticipation. When they sat down at Toomay’s table, Toomay gave each of them a nod. He never stopped tapping his cards on the table. The saloon doors swung open and Earl Bean, looking neither left or right, walked directly to Toomay’s table.
