My main observation is you never how opportunity will present itself to you as an author until you set pen to paper.
I needed Joe and Miles to meet Gunther and Slade and thought about how that could happen. Then I had a joke earlier – when the chips were down, no one in the saloon offered to help fight the Buchanans, but when money was offered to watch them now that they’re subdued, Gunther got endless offers.
He gives Joe a little test. I feared it was a little hokey but I thought it displayed Joe’s character a bit.

Gunther was about to head inside when two more new arrivals paid him a visit. Joe and Miles Freeman, fully clothed and well rested. They’d slept outdoors plenty of times before, and in worse places than underneath a water tower.
“Hello sir,” Joe said.
“Howdy,” Gunther said. “What can I do you for?”
The old man knew he phrased that question wrong, but he thought it was funny.
“I heard talk about town that you caught some criminals,” Joe said.
“You heard right,” Gunther replied. “The Buchanan Boys. Worst piles of pig shit the devil ever created. They make them James-Younger peckerwoods look like a bunch of pissants.”
Joe was not scared off by that statement. “And I heard you were looking for help watching them.”
Gunther studied the father and son. They seemed respectable enough but an idea popped into the old man’s mind.
“Actually,” Gunther said. “What if I…
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