William Morgan walked along the sidewalk and looked at the town. Kalispell seemed like a nice, busy little town, barring the welcome that he had walked into upon his arrival. Morgan exchanged nods and greetings with the people he passed on the walk, realizing he did look a little rough with his trail clothes and the time he had spent between a bath and a good shave.
Morgan slowed to a stop and looked at the facade of the hotel. He eyed the sign and the few people coming and going through the doors. He stepped up and then into the well appointed foyer. He stepped aside so a lady could exit. Morgan reached up to touch his hat brim then proceeded deeper into the lobby. He walked up to the front desk and set his saddlebags and bedroll down as he waited for someone to assist him.
@Julie
Seeing someone approach the desk, Walter quickly made his excuses to the elderly matron he had been trying to keep calm and made his way over. The last hour or had been nerve-wracking as he had to deal with a few of the guests who were both startled and distressed by the sudden onslaught of gunfire and shouting. Even when it was all over there were still some women like the one he had been dealing, still fretting over what had happened.
He didn't know much about what had occurred and he had been quite happy to say where he was in the hotel. The only downside was that the women who had needed assistance were overweight matrons and not young and slender ladies. Still, it was better than what Mister Albrecht and Mister Wentworth had to contend with.
As soon as the shooting had started, some of the gentlemen guests who were wearing guns had made their way to the front door from the dining room. Both Wentworth and Albrecht were in the manager's office discussing hotel business and had bolted out just in time to stop the men and bring them back inside. It took some doing but the guests had stayed safely inside.
Feeling a bit relieved that the latest incident was over for now, Walter fixed up his cravat and stepped behind the desk. "Good day sir, how may I help you?"
@ [Longshot
Morgan reached up and removed his hat as he smiled at the man behind the desk. "Yes, I would like a room...and I would also like a bath and shave...does this place offer all that?" Morgan reached and rested his Winchester on the desk to one side and placed his hat on it.
"After I have cleaned up, I would like to get something to eat...Where do you recommend a fine meal?"
Walter wondered if the man was as blind as bat or just plain missed seeing the front windows of the hotel's restaurant. However, he was not judged and so he simply smiled, "Yes, sir...we have a few rooms available. We also have bathrooms at the end of the hall - one for gentlemen like yourself and one for the ladies. If you want a hot bath in your room that will cost extra."
He went over and took a key off the pegboard, "Room 10 is a single unless you're expecting someone else to join you later on and if it that is the case we do have a double room available."
As he turned the ledger around for the man to sign, "If you want a fine meal, then our restaurant is situated to your left through that archway. You'll also find our bar."
@ [Longshot
Morgan nodded. "I would like a hot bath, then. Please add it to my bill. Thank you for your help." Morgan was signing the register as he was speaking. He then picked up all his gear and his rifle and headed up the stairs. Morgan found Room 10 and let himself in. He dropped his gear in an easy chair and leaned his rifle against the side of the bed. He shrugged off his serape and then unbuckled his gun belt. The belt held two holsters for two Colt revolvers with cavalry length barrels. The pistols were accompanied by a Bowie knife. All three weapons had stag handles. Morgan then stepped around and sat down heavily on the side of the bed.
The man let out a long ragged sigh and held his hands up in front of him. Both were shaking noticeably. Morgan squinted his eyes shut and clenched his fingers into fists. His fists were still shaking but it was not as noticeable. Morgan turned around and laid back on the bed. His head rested on the pillow as he stared at the ceiling...