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It was drawing close to evening, the sun starting to set behind the far off mountains, cascading an orangish hue over the desert terrain. Vultures flying in the air, started to descend from the sky spotting their meals for the day.

Walking slowly through the decreasing heat of the day, young man of nearly twenty years made his way to a near by town, hopefully able to escape his troubled past here or at least buy some time before the nightmares began again. The sun continued to hammer down on his bleached brown hat while he was wearing a long khaki trench coat, over a dark attire that seemed similar to the attire of a general or someone of importance, stars across his shirt sparkled in the remaining sunlight. His feet were clacking against the dirt as he wore black boots with silver spurs. Across his waist and hidden under his coat was his weapons of choice, twin pistols with medium sized barrels for increased accuracy.

As he made his way into the village, he stopped and looked up at a rugged wooden sign, reading the name of his temporary home. "Hmm... seems safe enough." he said with a light chuckle, realizing that any place would be better than what he had been previously using for shelter. A breeze blew through the town, causing a tumbleweed to roll by and creaking sounds from the sign as it swung of well rings. No longer wanting to stand, the boy made his way into the town and scanned each of the wooden, dust covered buildings. He licked his dry lips, in attempts to return a portion of the moisture to them, only to realize that his tongue was also dry. He stopped his general scoping and looked for a tavern or bar, rejoicing when he found one.

Coming up the the nameless saloon, he stepped through the wooden doors and ignored to silence that seemed to sweep across the present crowd. He was used to this by now and in most cases, the people that were eying him would be dead eventually. He searched for the bartender so that he could request a drink. He removed his hat, allowing his semi-long strands of brown hair to fall, reaching his neck in length.


((mind playing as the tender?))
(edited)

After receiving his drink, the man immediately gulped it down and then asked for another one.

"New here?"
"Yeah... I guess so."
"We don't take kindly to strangers..." The tender said passing him another drink.
"They never do." The man chuckled lightly, taking in another drink. Without even having to ask, another was waiting for him. He was already starting to like this place, too bad that was a bad thing.

Turning over to look at the crowd of dead people, the man spotted what he might have believed to be the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

He boy couldn't help but over here the girl as she was attempting to speak with the tender. Not wanted to seem rude he pondered on whether to say something or not. His impulsive nature took over, causing his mouth to speak against the mind's wishes. "Sure seems like a lotta money. Got any use for that much green?" He didn't want to sound like he was asking, but it did seem rather peculiar to him.

The man found himself rather intregued by the girl's predicament, "Freedom, eh? Are you serious or just pulling my leg?" He didn't like the thought of slavery to any extent and especially if it involved a lass as pretty as she. He stopped his thoughts when she asked him what he was doing... it was about time. He had gotten used to being asked that since he was always a newcomer and would never be allowed to be anything more than that. "Just passing through, hoping to rest my tired soul."

In a way he envied her. The road to freedom for her was rather easy, she didn't have to kill anyone... just throw herself at men in hopes of earning a few bucks.

The man noticed that she was starting to get rather close to him. Red started to appear across his brown cheeks as he began to feel hot with skittish emotion. "I guess you could say that it's not right for someone as beautiful as you to be indebted to someone else." He started to reach for his drink and took a quick gulp, trying to ease the awkwardness of their proximity.

The man takes a deep gulp feeling rather awkward. He unconsciously begins to back away ever so slightly. His hand moves to his pocket in hopes of fishing out some spare change to appease the lady. He had witnessed her earlier affairs and heard her speaking of her accomplishments.

The was a brief pause as his wondering fingers came to a rather dreadful conclusion... he was broke. He began to feel a little sweaty as he began to wonder on how he would may for the few rounds of drinks that he had previously had. "I... I don't think that's a good idea." He says, not wanting to give away his own lack of money. "I should probably be out looking for a place to stay." He reaches over for his hand, hand trembling.

His cheeks grow rosy red at the touch of her hand and his mouth moves before he can tell them not to. "Oh... okay." The grip his other hand had on it hat began to loosen.