"Hey! Rick! A round of water for everyone!" A red haired woman shouts to her bartender.
Rick raises an eyebrow at the woman's request before looking around his bar, the West Saloon. The bar is mostly empty; except for three customers, counting the woman, and a half dozen of Rick's employees. Sitting at one of the tables, his head down, is Henry Dorb, the local drunk. The other person is the local 'doctor', George Shaft. He has no prior medical training, his knowledge comes from books he has read. He showed up one day with a bag over his shoulder and set up shop. "Are you sure Rebecca? I mean, do you really want to waste the money on those two?" Rick questions, not seeing the point in sharing the precious water with them.
"Yes, I'm positive," Rebecca replies as she takes a seat on one of the barstools. Rebecca stands about 5'8" and is wearing a black tank top, with dark jeans that are tucked into her brown, shin-high boots. Her clothes are tattered and torn in various places. A gray rev