Old Man's Porch

Wooden porch attached to a weathered building on the holodeck's Western street projects quiet vigilance. The Old Man rocks steadily in his chair, pipe clenched between his teeth as aromatic smoke drifts into the still air while he scans the dusty thoroughfare below. His sudden pause halts the creak of wood just before a distant gunshot cracks the town's eerie hush, horse hooves stamping nervously nearby. Alexander glances at the figure; Worf presses forward, senses alert to the simulation's building peril.