The saloon smells of cheap whiskey and horse sweat. Kurenai, behind the bar, wipes a glass with a dubious cloth.
A cowboy enters, his boot creaking on the floor. "A camel's milk, please!" he calls out. Kurenai raises an eyebrow. "Lost a bet, sir? Here, we've got the real stuff, the strong stuff, the kind that makes the dead talk!" The cowboy blushes. "No, it's for my digestion... and besides, I'm a vegetarian!"
A muffled laugh ripples through the crowd. Kurenai sighs. "Alright, just this once... but next time, it's snake elixir or nothing!"
The cowboy mumbles a thank you, visibly relieved not to end up with a cup of black coffee and a bullet between the eyes...š
I'm reassured to find Kurenai also in the Wild West. She'll be good enough to provide Yumi with adequate protection. And she'll be more than a handful for any smart aleck who dares to open his mouth or show his gun.