He stepped up to the door, the paint chipping away. He opened the door and a dinging sound could be heard, alerting the clerk behind the desk.
The gangly coyote looked up at him over his newspaper. A cigarette hung limply from his mouth. The scar under his eye and across the bridge of his nose looked like he had been in some kind of bar fight and was cracked in the face with the bad end of a pool stick. Jasper didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out. He cautiously stepped up the desk and asked timidly for a room for the night. The clerk stood, his humped shoulders bearing down on him. He grabbed a key of the wall, jotted something down in a notebook then handed the key to Jasper. He quietly thanked the clerk then turned on his heels and made his way to the room.

(I uploaded the last two pages out of order, sorry about that)