Big Duke

Big Duke looms behind his bar like a mountain carved in fur and muscle, a grizzly whose silence weighs heavier than most men’s threats. His saloon, rough-hewn and smoke-stained, offers no frills—only hearty meals, stout liquor, and fair prices. Two of the Calfaro sisters tend the tables, while Duke himself rules the counter with a steady paw and a cold stare. Trouble seldom lasts long beneath his roof; rowdy drunks and quarrel-makers alike have found themselves hurled into the dust by the barkeep’s unforgiving claws.