He stood, rather surprised that he made it out with his winnings in tack. In went up to the bar to get a bottle of whiskey and sat down at the bar to enjoy it, also keeping an eye on Daisy. He didn't trust his new 'partners' to keep their grubby little paws of her. He also watched them, studying their movements. Eventually they'd take him to their camp, if his plan goes right. He was still in a rather bad mood, maybe one of the other painted ladies would bed him tonight. Which brought him to the matter of checking them out and picking the one for later. He'd occupy himself for the rest of the day and check on the hothead tomorrow sometime. (Cue Chet)