[Out of Milliways: "You think about goin' to the Marshal?"]The cowboy who walks in is sweaty and dusty, and smells both parts.
(Cattle herding in the mid-July New Austin sun leaves something to be desired in the hygiene department.)
He pauses for a moment in the doorway, then walks over to Bar, digs out a pack of cigarettes, and lights up.
"Miss Bar? You got anywhere I could wash up?"
Napkin.
"...well I ain't plannin' on stayin'
that long-"
A washcloth and wash basin appear.
"...you're blunt, I'll give you that."
Beat.
"Oh, and could you tell Jim 'n Miss Barlow I wanna talk to 'em next time you see 'em?"
Napkin.
"Thanks."
One cowboy, either wiping off his face and clothes at the Bar or savoring the last of his cancer stick on the back porch. Take your pick.