Bloody Battle At Rogues Harbor

A stream of profanities burst back into the room as the back door opened, Jake straining under the weight of a wooden crate, its contents clinking inside, "That worthless Injun run off with two full bottles.""You can start, " Alva gave her father a sharp look, he hazel eyes darkening a shade, "by informing this gentleman that we no longer sell whiskey.""Put it in the corner, and we'll take two more crates, " Chester called over his shoulder, waiting for Buck to move.
Despite Reverend Watson's best attempts on his daughter, rye whiskey still turned a hefty profit in this remote town. Quit selling it, and folks would just go elsewhere to get it. As his daughter grudgingly turned her attention back to the young drifter with the nails, he added, "but I'm not paying for the two Jim took. Maybe you can get him to pay if you can find him, but I don't figure to spend any time in Sheriff Kent's Greybar Hotel for providing liquor to Indians."