At the bar the toasting continues with whiskey and beer sloshing in all the glasses and Bill has his continuously refilled.

"To Sheriff Bill Pardy!" Edward hollers.

"Sheriff Bill Pardy!" The group, which has grown to a crowd, shouts and Bill's voice rises with them shouting out a "To me!"

"T'-- " Edward pauses and looks to the others for suggestions, having already gone through 'Sheriff, 'Bill', 'Bill Pardy' and all the various combinations of the three.

They all exchange blank looks then Bill pipes up.

"T'Wheelsy!"

"To Wheelsy!"

Up on the walls the antlers are rattling with shouts, laughter and now music.