Name: Daniel Ulrich
Age: 28
Job: mercenary
Skills: sharpshooting, dueling, gunsmithing
Family: none
A man, a man dressed in black, walked into the town, just like the classic Western movie scene. But that couldn't be helped, Westerns weren't invented yet, movies weren't invented yet. He rode no horse, and had no equipment but a small pouch of miscellaneous items, a wanted poster, and two Colt .45 revolvers, long type ammo. Seeing the saloon, the classic culutral center of any town out in the wilderness, the man walked in. It was empty, probably due to the fact that it was dark, but Daniel did not care. He walked up to the only person, a man behind the bar making a drink, and sat down on the other side of him. "You, barkeep. I have a few questions to ask you. First off, do you know where a girl by the name of Annie Oakley is? I tracked her here, and I know she is somewhere in the town. Come clean, and you won't get hurt."