The bartender glanced up as the door to the empty saloon opened, then looked back down.
“Getting late in the year, time to start calling in debts, I wager.” he said, to nobody in particular.
There was a brief pause.
“But of course, I understand that it might take-“
A stack of notes appeared, as if by magic, on the bar. The bartender was sure not to look up as he grabbed them and hid them away.
“I better go tell Rooms 2, 5, and 6 their time is up.” he said idly to himself.
Nobody strode to the stairs.