Tad had devised a few surprises to use as a distraction. It wouldn't be long before Jackal realized his men weren't coming back. He made his way back to the tavern. Upon entering, he noticed a couple of men who stared at him in disbelief. This would be Jackal's men. One of the three at the table got up to make his way out. That was exactly what he needed to happen. Time to plant the seed and hope it works.
"I need a whiskey, Barkeep! It's been a hell of a night!". Tad was really good at pretending to be intoxicated. He had to sell this story just right.
"A toast all you fine people! I might be hauled off to be hanged in the morning!"
Only the Barkeep seemed to be interested in the conversation.
"What the hell did you do, young man?"
"Well, I'm assuming some of you know who Flint is
