As the April sun set on the quieting streets of Manhatten, four newsboys slowly walked through their neighborhood towards the lodging house. It was the perfect time of day, when all the people have gone home and the city seems peaceful. The four young men made small talk as they enjoyed the almost perfect weather. It had started to cloud over when they stopped near an alley entrance to decide what they would do with the rest of their evening. "We could go tothe track," the short, dark haired Italian suggested. His friends rolled their eyes. "Ithink you lost enough money today, Race," the blond with the eyepatch said. "I'll have ya know dat I bet on two winnin' horses today," Race replied. "Den youse got money ta buy us drinks. Let's go to a bar," Blink said. "Where we gonna go?" the muscular curly-haired newsie wondered. "Medda's closed down." The three boys tried to think of a place they could go to while their friend's attention was fixed across the street. "I don't know," Race said. "How 'bout you, Jack? Jack?" Race waved a hand in front of Jack's eyes. "Are ya wid us?" "Yeah, I was jus' thinkin'. Any of you guys evea been in dere?" he wondered, pointing across the street. His friends looked where he was gesturing. They shook their heads. "Is dat even a bar?" Blink asked. "Doesn't look like one." "Let's check it out," Mush said. The boys crossed the street and approached the door. The words painted on the glass read 'Cowboy's Place'. "Check it out, Cowboy," Blink said. "Dere's a bar named afta ya." Jack nodded and opened the door. Stepping inside the newsies saw that it was in fact a bar. The bar itself was located on the far wall next to a flight of stairs. There was a small stage beside it and a number of tables scattered around the room The four of them sat at the bar and waaited for the bartender to appear. Looking around Jack noticed that there was hardly any people in the place.