As the sun set in the Rockies one evening, a lone traveler led his horse down the winding road to a tiny town. The traveler was unremarkable, but looked road-weary and well-worn. With the last gasps of daylight filtering through the pines, he meandered down the main street of town, stopping in front of the saloon to hitch his horse to the rail.
The raucous crowd at the saloon ground to a sudden, silent halt as the traveler entered. Striding to the stool at the end of the bar, he took a seat and leaned in to the barkeep.