A day in the town, and things continued to pay off. A few hours of performing shooting tricks for the population only continued to expand her popularity, and provide for her family. Not only for herself, not only for her family, but for the citizens everywhere; for charity. She liked to give them the entertainment they needed and wanted, and it only created a sort of legacy that made her become a celebrity across, not only America, but also Europe. The queen was so impressed by her abilities, she requested Annie to perform for the president of France, and from there, the king of Germany. From that moment onward, her name was everywhere; mentioned in every direction.
Due to her humble roots as a child, Annie became too generous and caring. Not like "innocently caring", but smartly generous. Even though she was only twenty-four years old, she was careful, as well as one of those women with a conscience. Of course, she was part of a dead-on Christian family, who believed that one's virginity represented your own purity. It must be carefully given to the right person; otherwise, you wouldn't be seen as "blessed". From there, Annie took the message, and made it clear that she was to be quite hard to keep.
Riding into the town on a brown stallion, the first thing that she noticed were men tipping their hats respectfully, women smiling while walking with their children, and said-children shyly waving to her. Of course, the young woman acknowledged them with a grin and a nod; her hat following the movement, as the wind gently blew her wavy, mid-back-lengthened, blonde-brown hair; the sunlight reflecting off the metal of her revolvers, sheathed on her hips. She figured that stopping at a saloon would help relieve her from a busy day, so parking the black-haired, brown stallion in front of the building next to a few other horses. They were fine creatures, considering that her family lived in a rural farmhouse that housed more horses than she could count, therefore Annie remained fond of them.
Her thoughts were driven elsewhere when a little girl with braids and a cute dress ran up to her with a piece of paper and a pencil, asking for her autograph. Being famous had its quirks, with all the citizens having to almost treat her like royalty, though she herself was quite flattered with the attention, having to dismiss them respectfully and politely. But she was happy that as long as they were happy and pleased with her honesty, Annie was on the right foot with them. Signing the piece of paper the little girl gave her, the woman made elegant scrapes to write her name.
The girl with the braids thanked her, before running off, squealing with excitement. Watching her made Annie smile at an elderly woman the child was running back towards, who mouthed a 'thank you' to the famous cowgirl before walking away. Tipping her hat, Annie proceeded into the saloon where she made her way to the bar. The bartender seemed to recognize her almost immediately.
"Miss Oakley! Glad for you to drop in!", he was quite cheery, along with a bit of excitement in his voice. "Having the usual?"
"Yes, please", she replied, humble as usual. "Is the job cutting out for you this time?", she asked with a genuine smile.
"Oh, yeah. Giving me a good pay-raise tommorrow; a perfect day before I go to spend more time out in the country with my wife and son", he replied back, almost nervous to be in the presence of one of the most popular of individuals in the West. Of course, if you were with such a presence, who wouldn't be? Annie removed her hat, and set it on the counter next to her.
Due to her humble roots as a child, Annie became too generous and caring. Not like "innocently caring", but smartly generous. Even though she was only twenty-four years old, she was careful, as well as one of those women with a conscience. Of course, she was part of a dead-on Christian family, who believed that one's virginity represented your own purity. It must be carefully given to the right person; otherwise, you wouldn't be seen as "blessed". From there, Annie took the message, and made it clear that she was to be quite hard to keep.
Riding into the town on a brown stallion, the first thing that she noticed were men tipping their hats respectfully, women smiling while walking with their children, and said-children shyly waving to her. Of course, the young woman acknowledged them with a grin and a nod; her hat following the movement, as the wind gently blew her wavy, mid-back-lengthened, blonde-brown hair; the sunlight reflecting off the metal of her revolvers, sheathed on her hips. She figured that stopping at a saloon would help relieve her from a busy day, so parking the black-haired, brown stallion in front of the building next to a few other horses. They were fine creatures, considering that her family lived in a rural farmhouse that housed more horses than she could count, therefore Annie remained fond of them.
Her thoughts were driven elsewhere when a little girl with braids and a cute dress ran up to her with a piece of paper and a pencil, asking for her autograph. Being famous had its quirks, with all the citizens having to almost treat her like royalty, though she herself was quite flattered with the attention, having to dismiss them respectfully and politely. But she was happy that as long as they were happy and pleased with her honesty, Annie was on the right foot with them. Signing the piece of paper the little girl gave her, the woman made elegant scrapes to write her name.
The girl with the braids thanked her, before running off, squealing with excitement. Watching her made Annie smile at an elderly woman the child was running back towards, who mouthed a 'thank you' to the famous cowgirl before walking away. Tipping her hat, Annie proceeded into the saloon where she made her way to the bar. The bartender seemed to recognize her almost immediately.
"Miss Oakley! Glad for you to drop in!", he was quite cheery, along with a bit of excitement in his voice. "Having the usual?"
"Yes, please", she replied, humble as usual. "Is the job cutting out for you this time?", she asked with a genuine smile.
"Oh, yeah. Giving me a good pay-raise tommorrow; a perfect day before I go to spend more time out in the country with my wife and son", he replied back, almost nervous to be in the presence of one of the most popular of individuals in the West. Of course, if you were with such a presence, who wouldn't be? Annie removed her hat, and set it on the counter next to her.
