"Sure Tom."
Beertender walks over to the table where a sodden bunch of cowboys sit.
"You fellers are runnin' up quite a tab, who's gonna stand for it?"
"Forty Rod sed he was gonna treat us while he was away." Tensleep raised his head enough to get the words out.
"Didn't he leave ya with ah deposit?"
Tha Beertender growled, "Last thing that scalewag left me was ah dollar coin for ah ninty cent drink an' ah cheap nickle ceegar.
Lousy nickle tip. What ah piker!" The scowl on his face darkened. "NOW WHO'S PAYIN'?"
Tensleep looks around the table. "Uhhhhhh, Rooster?"