Baur answered his question honestly enough it seemed, the man did not currently have a job. However he suddenly appeared to have figured out a possible one?
The fellow peered around, then down at his drink, then at Turk and then called over to Flandry.
“Say, Keep'? This here beer ain’t too bad, where d’you get it from, if that ain’t too enquiring a question?” he asked casually. “I mean, brewed locally, or you have to import this stuff from Helena or someplace?”
Ralph came up to him then and looked him over for a few seconds before answering in that dry way of his, "Customers seem to like it just fine. And no it ain't just too nosey. The previous owner, Miss Devereau, had a deal with some brewery out of Helena and they have always been reliable for deliveries. I'm guessing our current owner, Mr. Fortner, has the same deal but I don't deal with the business end of things. You'd have ta talk with him for any more details."
Ralph came up to him then and looked him over for a few seconds before answering in that dry way of his, "Customers seem to like it just fine. And no it ain't just too nosey. The previous owner, Miss Devereau, had a deal with some brewery out of Helena and they have always been reliable for deliveries. I'm guessing our current owner, Mr. Fortner, has the same deal but I don't deal with the business end of things. You'd have ta talk with him for any more details."
"Thanks" nodded Baur, then turned back Cabot.
"See, there's an idea, start a local brewery and by cutting the transportation costs, sell it to the saloon cheaper than this brew." He shrugged. "Course, that's kinda like too much hard work for me: also you gotta get the premises and the equipment and the ingredients and you know all that takes money, also, beer takes a while to brew, so you wouldn't see any return for good long time."
He shook his head.
"No Siree! I need something that's honest, but'll start paying dividends right off, and with very little outlay... hmmm" he looked around the saloon again, hoping to get another bit of inspiration, like he'd gotten from the glass of beer.
Suddenly he chuckled and muttered a little "Oh oh"
He faced Flagg again.
"Say Turk, do you happen to be interested in somewhat feeble minded little girls, just out of short skirts?" he nodded his head to the door out of the saloon to the back kitchen "Cause I reckon there's one o' them interested in you!"
Sure enough, there was Sally, peeping around the side of the doorway into the saloon proper, a puzzled frown on her face, and staring right at Flagg. To be fair to Sally, she only looked that young, she was actually 19, and the impression of imbecility was partly a result of her dreamy nature. Still, she was a good deal younger than Cabot and, it had to be said, not the sharpest knife in the cutlery drawer.
"Oh Boy! It's true what they say... no good deed shall go unpunished!" quoted Baur, shaking his head.