The Rusty Sunset is called such because the placard above the door depicts the sun setting over a field of dismembered bots. While it's often the go to place for rangers to unwind after a hard trail ride it can also sometimes play host to other, less reputable types one might expect on a frontier. While sometimes this can be interesting in a sudden violence kind of way it's usually kept south of deadly. If not out of respect for owner "Red" Sonja then out of fear for her surprisingly adept bouncer. An older gentleman who looks disarmingly proper for his role, Manfried "Badger" Holburn is a legend in street fighting circles back east. He looks after Red like she was his own daughter. Nestled on the far side of the saloon is a clock work made piano.
His voice was easy on the ears and spoke with a friendly tone as he shuffled his cards with one hand while the other collected the recent table winnings, ”C’mon Tesla Rangers, pull up a chair. Just 5 dimes an ante, table limit 100. Game’s Poker...” His good eye takes in the rangers briefly looking for recognition, ” Folks call me Woody round here, and don’t mind the face. I won’t mind yours’” He chuckled looking at Bull. ” Have a seat. Grab a drink. We’ll play a bit and I’ll tell a tale or two for your amusement.” He placed the cards on the table waiting for someone to speak and cut them.
Players say Hi sit down with a drink of choice. Once all folks have sat (week time or so) game will begin. 5 dimes is slang for 5 dollars.
Grab a benny.