The saloon was crowded and every table was full when AJ walked into the establishment. Nearly everyone in the room turned to stare at her when she came in, but she ignored them and headed for the bar. She just wanted a shot of whiskey, maybe two. AJ never allowed herself to get drunk. She couldn't afford it. The men who had turned to stare at her went back what they doing once they saw she pay no attention to them. She ordered a shot of whiskey from the woman behind the bar and leaned casually against it as she surveyed the room. AJ scanned the customers imperceptibly. She instantly reconized the black clad gunslinger in the corner as Chris Larabee. So that was the man that had half the town and scum in these parts afraid. AJ decided that she would avoid the seven peacekeepers. The last thing she needed was more trouble with the law. She ordered a beer after her shot of whiskey and took a table in the back, ignoring some of the looks her way. Unless the men were stupid enough to approach her, she would let them be.