[010 | Last Voyages | Audio] Riding into town

[removeyourfear]

I hear you all have a bit of a bandit problem in this town.

[Yes, it's a woman's voice - and a cultured one at that. A Southern belle, perhaps?]

Now, while I realize you might the help of the good U.S. Marshalls and perhaps your very own small-town sheriff...

[She laughs. Yeah, she obviously doesn't think much of the sheriff. Or anyone who isn'

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Private

[breakmychest]

Sylvia Windham? I've heard of you.

Private

[removeyourfear]

Only good things, I hope.

Private

[breakmychest]

They say you're good at what you do.

Private

[removeyourfear]

Exceedingly.

Why do you ask?

[buywithme]

Seen first hand what kinda problems some of your kind are willing to solve for the necessary cash. Just make sure you stay on the right side of the law, Maam, or I'll be showing you first hand what this jumped- up cattle-wrangler can do.

[removeyourfear]

Oh, of course. I wouldn't dream of crossing such a dangerous, notorious man as you.

What was your name again?

[buywithme]

Sheriff John Prefect, Maam. I'm sure I'll be seein' you around town one way or another.

[removeyourfear]

One way or another.

You take care now, Sheriff.

spam forever.

[removeyourfear]

[She's hitching her horse to a post - lots of traveling gear strapped to her saddle, including a rifle. She's wearing a long duster and that shifts just enough to reveal a revolver on her hip. She turns, feeling eyes on her and her gaze settled on Sexby. She arches a brow underneath the brim of her hat.]

Yes?

[removeyourfear]

Do I sound like I'm from around here?

[Her accent is cultured. Southern. Aristocratic. Her hand falls casually to her side as she returns the sizing up.]

You're certainly not.

[There's something a bit familiar about him...]