Montrose stood outside. Rain hammered the muddy streets, soaking through his overcoat. The heavy downpour forced his bowler hat low over his head. A breathy, irritated sigh escaped him as he looked down at his saturated boots covered with mud. He wished it would snow. He thought that perhaps it did not snow in Alabama very much. Montrose hesitated as he reached the door, taking a moment to calm his irritation. The saloon was noisy, raucous laugh. . .

      Montrose stood outside. Rain hammered the muddy streets, soaking through his overcoat. The heavy downpour forced his bowler hat low over his head. A breathy, irritated sigh escaped him as he looked down at his saturated boots covered with mud. He wished it would snow. He thought that perhaps it did not snow in Alabama very much. Montrose hesitated as he reached the door, taking a moment to calm his irritation. The saloon was noisy, raucous laugh. . .