Wagon Club President
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Have you ever spat whisky in an injured chicken’s face? If not, you should ask yourself, “Why?” It seems to have fired-up the chicken. It’s a wonder its circuits didn’t short-out. The cockfighting ring is in a saloon – every pub should have one, just next to the pokies. James arrives and leans on the bar. It’s a stunning shot as light pours through the windows, silhouetting James and concentrating two beams of diagonal light to the floor. It highlights how dusty the place must be. I know it’s probably not the swankiest of establishments, but the owner could give the place a wipe once in a while. What will James order? Probably something strong because he arrived by wagon and they’re horrible things that warrant no excitement or enthusiasm.