Steve McRoy's Wild West

The Newcomers

(Steve's P.O.V.)

I was preparing drinks for my usual customers, some freshly made wine for Fíon, a shot of Beggar's Vodka for Carbón, two waters for the good doctors, Cuenta and Tormenta, and for my bestest friend and his lovely dame, two glasses of fresh and warm apple cider. For myself, I will be drinking Fireball Whiskey, plus, Trader Handel had brought in candy that closely resembled cigarettes, called Candy Stix, and let me tell you, that stuff is handy when I want to chew on something and not poison my lungs with nicotine.

I look over to the card tables after taking a sip of my drink, thinking of playing a few hands of BlackJack when I suddenly turn my head to the front doors, having heard them open, and an eyebrow raises, noticing that the two people entering are complete strangers. So, with caution and squinting eyes, I slowly place a hand on my lucky revolver and school my expression to show a welcoming smile and wide, innocent eyes as I call out to them.

"Well, howdy there, strangers! The name's Stephen McRoyland, welcome to my saloon and to the town. How may I help you and where are you from? Since you two aren't any of my usual regs and I haven't seen you folk around the town."

(Third P.O.V.)

Walking into the saloon, were two strangers, one female and one male. Paris walks into the saloon, looking around as her brother, Oscar, walks in behind her, his dark blue eyes scanning the place like he always does when they go somewhere new. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a dark denim vest along with black dress pants and cowboy boy boots, aligned with silver markings on them. In his head laid a dirty brown hat that looked to be hand crafted. His dead like gaze looks at other patrons that decided to stare at them, causing them to look away as he keeps silent.

Paris herself was wearing a cute blue blouse and was also wearing a denim vest, along with a denim skirt with some white leggings, skintight that showed off her curves to anyone who dared take a look. Her shoes looked to be similar to Oscar's but aligned with gold instead of silver. She tilts her hat up and looks on to the voice that acknowledges them. She gives a sweet but cautious smile as she lays eyes on Stephen.

"Howdy there. My brother and I were just looking for a place to rest and maybe have a drink. See, we're traveling around to find a place to call home since the one we have ain't around anymore."

With that statement, Steve relaxes, sighing with relief and a tinge of sadness, unknowingly making the rest of the patrons relax and go back to their conversations, as they stopped to see who entered the saloon and caused Steve to be protective.

(Steve's P.O.V.)

When I heard the reason for the newcomers to enter my place, I felt a bit relieved that they weren't going to cause anything. But I also felt sad that they lost their home, so I gave a small smile and tip my hat toward them.

"I see then, you two have my condolences. If it isn't too much of a hassle, could you two tell me what you two can do and I can see if you two can move in! Also, I have spare rooms upstairs for you two to stay and unwind."

(Third P.O.V.)

Just as he finished that, Carbón abruptly stands up and points a finger at Pairs and yells, "She's a witch!". Which makes everyone groan and the doctors shake their heads.

Fíon huffs and takes a sip of her wine, then sets it down with a small slam. "Just because she is a pretty lady-" Steve unknowingly nods to that, "does not mean she is a witch!" she retorts back. Carbón stomps his feet and yells back, his Mexican accent stronger since he is getting more upset, "I still think YOU'RE a witch, doll-face! You slept with that ring man and a day later, he ends up dead and in the Dump Ditch!"

Richard quietly points out, "Why do you all keep calling it that? It was one time..." Xanna softly rubs his back while his cheeks flare with embarrassment and he lowers his head while Steve quietly snorts.

The Sheriff then claps his hands loudly, getting everyone's attention, especially before Fíon kills the old-timer. Once everyone looks at him, he gestures to Paris and Oscar while stating, "I think you two are being very rude right now, Carbón especially-" the miner huffs and sits down, crossing his arms over his chest, "And you need to hear them out." 

Steve faces the two newcomers and smiles softly, chuckling quietly then gently rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry about that," he says, "He gets a bit ornery when he isn't in the mines. So! You were going to tell me what you two are good at? Also, would you two like a drink?"

Paris was a bit taken aback from the old man's outburst. Oscar stares at the man for a moment, his deadeye stare turning angrier before Paris lightly bumps his side with her elbow, shaking her head at him. He seemed to relax at that, keeping her close for now as he sighs. "Naw, it's fine. No hard feelings. Riiiiight?"

Oscar frowns more as he makes a 'tch' noise with his teeth before nodding, mumbling something under his breath. Paris then turns her attention to Steve as she smiles sweetly. "Well, I guess it depends on what you need. Oscar here is great with heavy lifting and repairing stuff. I'm good with cleaning, cooking, repairing and a little heavy lifting."

Oscar, gently nudging Paris as she looks up at him. He leans down and whispers something to her, making her chuckle as she looks back at Steve. "And yes, we'd love a drink. We've been on the road a while. But uh...where do we put our horses outside?"

Steve nods his head and gives a small chuckle, the faintest of blushes on his cheeks when she smiles sweetly at him as he then grins at the both of them. "Well, what would you like to drink?"

The bartender then grabs two glasses and sets them on the counter. "Actually, now that I think about it, there is that empty farmhouse up the hill to the left of the saloon. There are stables for your horses too. The walk from here to there isn't that bad and it has a good walking trail on that road too that is good for hikes."