There's no denying the anxious little flutter in his stomach as Ace rides through town, the sweat prickling at his back not just a product of the stifling heat. He's been thinking about the meeting all day and now, as he dismounts and ties Arrow at the rail, he finds himself wanting to duck and hide his face. Like those passing by will somehow know he's up to no good.

He suppresses the feeling as he straightens up and strides into the saloon, pulling the worn dark cowboy hat from his head as he steps inside. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dimmer light but once they do he picks out Kate Barlow in a heartbeat -- she's just not that easy to miss, all hair and eyes, something in the way she moves like a rattler about to strike. He doesn't recognize the man next to her but he strolls over anyway, easy as y'please.

"Mizz James." He nods his head to her, offers a nod to the other man as well but doesn't quite introduce himself, not yet.