Tall, tidy, and soft-spoken, Lane runs the Bent Spur with a steady hand and a good memory for faces and tabs. He pours fair, keeps the room calm, and knows when to ring the bell for the sheriff. Folks like him because he doesn’t pry and he’ll comp a coffee for anyone on a rough night. He never talks about the East, keeps a glove on his right hand, and closes the saloon early on new moons.
