No matter the town you can always find the local watering hole.
It varies from place to place. Some places may have two. Others might have three. It didn't matter much to Uncle. He's been to them all.
From a shack that served moonshine to the fancy establishments in places like St. Denis and Blackwater. He's been to each and every one.
And has been thrown out of each one.
It wasn't hard to find out if Uncle had been in town. The looks of displeasure on the barkeeps and other patrons would tell the gang what they needed to know. Uncle gravitated to saloons, dives and shacks like a duck to water.
Oddly enough despite the warnings to not come back, the threat of a beating, people actually missed him. He wasn't that bad. Not like some of the more… unsavory folks that ride through every once in a while. No, he wasn't terrible.
But don't let him hear that.
That's how the gang got stuck with him in the first place.