The savagery of Eastheathe was much more than Bearpaw had anticipated for an America town. It hadn’t even compared to the rather tame lifestyles of the tribe. The serenity he was once accustomed to waking too, had been abruptly replaced by the activities of the local peoples of the town. Bounties being brought into the sheriffs cells so early in the morning that the moon had barely passed; trading caravans dragging various stock and materials through the town centre, and trains rattling into the station a distance away, quaking the earth as they came to a halt.
But all this paled in comparison to this specific December morning in Madam Tabby’s.
A recent mining campaign had brought a huge influx of working men and bureaucrats looking to make a profit. This meant that besides Cranky Dans Games house & Casino, Madam Tabby’s was the only other place for the new visitors to find any entertainment. While this meant more money for Madam Tabby, and so more money for Bearpaw, it also meant more trouble. In the days leading up to this dreaded morning, the words “Gold Tooth” was shouted out of windows and down corridors so frequently, you’d think it was a dentist and not a brothel.