The cowboy woke, blinking.The sunlight tearing through the thin lace drapes over the bedroom window (cracked open for air) made his red sore eyes burn and head throb. He raised a hand to his for head to shield them.
A cool breeze wafted through the room. It felt good. The cowboy pulled back the sheets he lay under and sat up on the edge of the bed. This made him noxious and caused his head to pound even more.
He gazed around the room and saw a wash basin next to the window. Slowly he staggered over to it and poured out some water into the wash bowl. After washing his face, the cowboy dressed and headed down to the saloon without his boots.
Barefooted he took a seat at one of the many empty tables. A lady dressed in a scarlet red dress, her dark black hair tied up high, came out from behind the bar. She stood over the cowboy with her lace gloved hands on her hips.
"What it'll be this morning? Same as last night, a bottle of whiskey?"
Looking up from beneath the brim of his hat, the cowboy replied, "How bout just a cup of coffee and perhaps"--propping his bare feet on the table--"the local of my boots if you please".