Beverly nods. "That's probably a good idea." She flashes a smile at her poker partners, apologizing for ducking out. Someone mumbles something about finally gettin' to keep all his money and is elbowed in the ribs by the dealer, who then nods graciously at the two women. Beverly gathers up her winnings and they head out the door.

The streets are even dustier than the saloon, and rather desolate, this time of day when it's so hot out. A couple of people can be seen wearing jumpsuits like Beverly's, but most are wearing traditional Ancient West clothing. "Maybe we could head for the hotel?"