You arrive in the town Cartouche after an hour or two of driving. You're no doubt thankful to escape air conditioned luxury for smelly town folk. Your huge nuclear powered vehicle hums into town and draws the eye, gathering a fair number of armed and strange folk, ready to beat your ass down, should you turn out to be raiders.
That is to say, you're in town, surrounded by townies, locked, loaded, and fearing the worst, like demons to come pouring from the doors. But many of them are hopeful that you bring good news. Outside the mayor's saloon, Danny Doom, one of the Coffin Nails waits.