During her travels into Wrathlake, Annette had done a lot of thinking. She had regretted yelling at her father last night over the state of the ranch, but she didn't like giving up so easily. Her thoughts traveled back to the scene: Sitting at the kitchen table, hand in hand, Wesley spoke to his daughter, their matching bright blue eyes looking at one another. [b]"I gotta sell the farm. For us."[/b] he said, and Nettie tossed his hand down. [b]"No!"[/b] she yelled, standing up. How dare he throw away everything they had worked so hard to keep? [i]"Is it money you need? I'll get it. I'll work harder. I'll do more."[/i] she pleaded, her eyes welling up as she shook in anger. [b]"Nettie.."[/b] Wesley started before another boisterous [i]"No!"[/i] escaped from Annette's petite frame. [i]"Don't fucking take this from me. I did this for you. I won't stop."[/i] she yelled again, storming off to her room. The door slammed. Ending the conversation and the night.

Getting to town as every one began their day, she molded into the crowd just fine. People knew Nettie, whether it be because of her parents, her older brothers, or her own reputation she had created for herself. [i]"Woah."[/i] she pulled on the reins, climbing off and tying up her horse; Stone. She patted his back as he lowered his head into a troth that had some oats in it. Lots of people were crowded outside of the general store, which peaked Nettie's interest, as she was heading there looking for work either way. Standing at barely five foot two, she made her way through the crowd with a bit of trouble until she was in front of them and getting to peer at the piece of paper.

[color=gray]MISSING : Twelve men and counting. Treasure hunters - last seen leaving Wrathlake nine days ago. Families worried. REWARD: $130[/color]

Nettie did not know how to read but some of the words were familiar, "Wrathlake" and "$130". Turning to a man next to her, she spoke, [i]"Y'all know what that sign says?"[/i] she asked, tucking a strand of her blonde curly hair behind her ear. She smiled. She could be charming when she wanted to, and usually it helped when she needed something done, like a poster read to her.