Sammy leaned against the bar. Her long black curls where piled against the base of her neck with a feather sticking out of the bun. Her red saloon girl outfit fit snugly on her body as she watched the crowd, sending small smiles at the cowboys. She missed the open trails and the wind in her hair but she had to deal with it. She grabbed her guitar from where it sat beside her and perched on a bar stool and began to play for the crowd while a few of the other girls got up onto the saloon stage to dance.

In the bar, a young man with wild red hair tamed by grease to slide it into a more or less fashionable look, gingerly scrubs a damp and clean rag inside a glass. the glass shines as he sets it back down, red looking it over all the while. A small smile over his face seemed to glow as he looked over the bar. He had been here for a few years now. He wondered just what would have happened to him if he kept with his old wrangling days of looting and plunder, but those days where in the past. He had a life here, filling cups, making drinks and equally skillful small talk. As he poured another cup he looked out the small fence-like swing doors to the bar, seeing a nostalgic face. He dropped the glass at this, but was quick to catch it and fill deliver the drink to it's consumer.
"it can't be.... not in a million years" Red proclaimed to himself under his breath. He went white as if he had seen a specter. In some ways, he had.

Outside the town, a man swaggered in on his horse. As he moved towards the saloon, more and more people looked over him. The average small talk and chatter of the towns where taken over by whispers and mutters in a aura like affect. This man was an odd one indeed. Like a predator on it's prey, he seemed so void of care for the surroundings around him, focusing in on those doors and nothing else. His breathing was nullified and almost unhearable, and even his horses tramples where soft. More than this was his face, or lack of one. Masked by a tarp of cloth and a clay figure over his head, such an odd sight was unheard of.

Reaching the saloon, the masked figure swiftly dismounted his steed and tied it to a post in the railing. Sighing after wards he looked up to the large mount. It was clear this was no thoroughbred or racing horse of any kind. The lack of saddle was just proving this more. As he pat the animal and tuged the water trout slightly closer for it to drink, it whinnied in eagerness.
"That's nice, I'll be wetting my whistle too" Said the man in a salty tongue that was more or less intimidating.
Walking on, he snatched his shoddy shotgun and walked up the the front. From here he turned to a scandely clad woman and nodded before holding up a crude drawling of red. His horse stared with the others in awe. Was he serious?
"Have you seen this man? He calls himself kid red" He asked dully to Sammy.

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"Sorry sir, I haven't." Sammy said ending the song with a flourish of her guitar as she sat it back where it was sitting before.

The joys of riding free. The joys are that no one knows who the hell you are. This was no differnt. He had reived a large ammount of money to find some kid in this town and regardless of what happens he will take the kid home alive. Riding into the small town he noticed a masked man walking i to the bar. Following the man in behind him he smiled. "Good evening people. The Davidson Twins are looking for their money! I will collect as follows unless you can give me information on a Mr Kilean Ortiz Cruz. Anyhelp would be nice as it will let you keep your measly money and save me a bullet"

The joys of riding free. The joys are that no one knows who the hell you are. This was no differnt. He had reived a large ammount of money to find some kid in this town and regardless of what happens he will take the kid home alive. Riding into the small town he noticed a masked man walking i to the bar. Following the man in behind him he smiled. "Good evening people. The Davidson Twins are looking for their money! I will collect as follows unless you can give me information on a Mr Kilean Ortiz Cruz. Anyhelp would be nice as it will let you keep your measly money and save me a bullet"

Kreig looked over to him. His real face painted disgust but the mask hid this as a blank stare. He was here to recruit red, not kill him. All of this ruined his plans in the end. He would need to put this to a stop. Shaking his head wildly, the native american man slowly edged for his guns hand in case things got rough. He knew he was here, he had been tracking this old bandit down for a year now and he wasn't going to let it go.
"the man you are looking for, kid red, is not here. This young lady has told me so and I believe that this is all we need to discuss here, That being said, perhaps you can tell me why you are looking for him?"

Jerimiah sat at one of the tables scattered throughout the bar, drinking away a day's work and gambling away a week's pay. That's the blunt of his life, Work, drink, gamble, his favorite way to gamble was BlackJack. with an occasional barfight when he was too drunk to know any better. most of the time he was drunk, at least when he wasn't working. He scanned the Saloon, before looking down at his hand then back at the $5 pot in the center, his hand consisted of a king and a 2. with one quick movement so subtle it wasn't noticed he switched the two out for the ace he had hiding in his sleeve. Before slamming the cards down with a grin"21. BlackJack." he said reaching for the small pot.

"What's so important about this man anyways?" Sammy asked standing up. Despite being shorter than both the men she looked like she could cause some damage.

This is when red rushes out. He attempts to get away but trips over Sammy's foot and fumbles down the three stairs to the entrance of their dusty saloon. Moaning in pain he scampers to his feet only to feel a cold gun at the side of his head. The nostalgia of his luck being put to the test in the ultimate gamble surged with the excitement, terror and adrenaline all already coursing through his veins. He wouldn't have time to pull his own pistol, and even if he moved his head in time, the sound of a blaring blast from the large gun would leave him immobilized. He was in another one of kid red's famous pickles, the very same ones he used to get out of daily as a kid. But he wasn't a kid any more, and with his bum leg and recent lack of action, Red wasn't ready to get out of this one.

"what's the hurry buddy?" Kilian said to the man he kept his gun pointed at?
"Who me? You know, the wife and kids expect me home about an hour ago and I don't think they'd find it comforting to hear I've been drinking the day away" Red said in a sincere and composed manor. Kilain just shook his head.
"No way kid, no one would marry someone with red hair like that"
"Hey, why not say that to some of the girls at this here bar? They sweet talk me all th-"
"That's their job you idoit"

Sammy saw the man pointing a gun at the other man's head and she drew her pistol and pointed it at the man with the gun. "Okay I don't know what's goin' on here but I'm not gonna let you point a gun at another man's head. So put down the gun and I will put down mine." She said with narrow chocolate colored eyes. "He's a customer here and I'm not lettin' ya point a gun at a customer."
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Red laughs nervously at the sound of another gun being pulled up. This could lead to his accidental death or the saving of his life, all depending on the quick twitch and anxiousness of the man who had practically taken him hostage. The voice of his savior was not what he expected, but familiar. It was normally kind and generous but now sounded intimidating and scary now.
"S-sammy?" He shouted in surprised manor. He had never heard her this serious. Occasionally she had gone off on a bar goer who was just a little too bold and just as drunk, but never a powerful as this. Turning around slowly with his arms up, red smiled weakly to her, the crude picture of him floating to the ground next to him. "Mind helping me here buddy? They think I'm some hooligan that's worth money! Tell them just how worthless I am! Just this once it'll be my saving grace and not a downer on my self esteem" He pleaded, rushing to her feet and clinging to her leg that was padded by her dress. All of this seemed over the top and rather sad he'd stoop to this level, but it was clear he wasn't faking this.
"Come on, you know I ain't no killer, I couldn't hurt a fly, look at my scrawny arms! Sammy, please, my life's on the line"

Kilean Was ready to smash the back of red's head with his weapon before the click of a weapon a cocked pistol loading itself was presented behind him. Clearly this person didn't care who died. If he moved out of the way, red would be slaughtered, or the bullet would go through him. Still, he wasn't about to try his luck just yet, he needed red alive for this mission. It wasn't until he heard the voice of a woman and was reminded that sammy was behind him.
"Odd that a woman would have a gun, but the question is.... can you-" He began but was interrupted by Red's hollering.
Watching the young man plead for her to save him was rather embarrassing. This was what he came after? It didn't seem like the monstrosity he desired to hire for his skills in battle. Despite he kept watching before laughing loudly.
"come on kid, if you're this low, maybe I actually will cap you and take the reward."

"Get back in the saloon or behind me at least." Sammy said quietly to Red before turning her brown eyes back to Kilean. "He is under my protection so I suggest getting your rear end away from this saloon or else you'll end up six feet under." She said with narrowed eyes. She wasn't scared, she was terrified but she held her confidence and composure.
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Red scampers behind her, huddled behind the young lady and reaching for his own pistol. He was clearly scared and wasn't ready to die just yet. He watched the two of them stand firm before hunching over and sighing. He looked over to Sammy, then to the bar, and his face grew rather sad. He didn't want to see this all leave him. He had made a life hear, a happy one too! If he returned to his former life, he'd have to cut all ties with the place and people he loved. Kilean was very skilled with his weapon too, and, despite Sammy's skill, he feared she may actually loose. As they stood there, silent and composed, Red put his hand of Sammy's shoulder and stepped in front of her suddenly. Holding his weapon gingerly, he looks to the masked figure.

"Sammy, Sorry, I actually can't let this go on any longer...." He said in a serious manor before turning to her and smiling sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
"I actually am the guy he's looking for, but don't tell nobody, or they'd hang us both!" He said before looking back to kilean. The both draw their weapons, red springing to the left, Kilean gliding to the right, neither firing as red skids to the ground and Kilean trips into the water trout. They both laugh and get up, rushing to one another.
"Comeon, let's all have a beer, he's not trying to kill anyone"
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Sammy blinked, confused as she put her gun away. Her black hair was falling out of its bun. She turned and quietly made her way back into the saloon.
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