"The West is no place for the weak or the timid, you'd be good to remember that. Those who survive in this life have to scratch and claw their way through, fer you ain't promised nothing but a pine box...and maybe not even that. The people are about as constant as the time of day, nothing to get yourself concerned with though, Rabbit...just remember all I've taught ya, and you'll do just fine...". It was one of those dreams where Alexandria was a little girl sitting on the porch with her father as he lectured her on life and the ways of the West, she loved that dream. It was a peak back to simpler times, where she was a bit more carefree and unencumbered. It had been a long time since she had a dream with her father in it, let alone that particular dream. She had recently been hit with a string of recurring nightmares of sorts, all of them usually including the MacArthur Family, and all the dreams ending in a similar fashion. Her death. That isn't to say she didn't put a good fight in those dreams, but there were simply just so many members of the MacArthurs and not enough bullets to go around...or at least not enough that hit their intended target. The dream with her father had ended and for some reason had roused her from her sleep, so now she lay in her bed in the Sheriff's Quarters, staring up at the wall. She could feel the ever so slight night breeze blowing through the window, the loose fitted wood rattling as it was whipped repeatedly by the drafts of air, some skillful enough to slip through the cracks and reach her on the bed. Silver Springs, the town was named. She couldn't understand how or who named this town, but she didn't think that it really lived up to such a name. She had arrived only 5 days ago, at the behest of one of her closest companions and with the blessing of the town's Mayor, a Mr. Huckabee. She had been a licensed bounty hunter since the age of 16, but had been going on runs since she was able to ride. Her father had been a deputy of sorts, but he had to make more money on the side for them to both be able to live, her mother having passed during childbirth. Bounty hunting was the way to go, if you were looking to cash in, and you weren't afraid of the possibility of death. Her father had been great at both his job and bringing in whatever slippery bastard he had been after. He had become such a well known hunter amongst both the hunters and the "prey", that those men ended up setting a trap for her father that resulted in his untimely death. Being the daughter of deputy, she sort of naturally followed in his footsteps, albeit only the bounty hunter side of it. She had a distaste for the law, as they were the ones too cowardly to do anything about her father's murder, saying things like: "How are we suppose to know who done it?" or "There are some extenuating circumstances that have come up" or even "We don't have the man power for such a venture". They had all but spit on her father's grave, in her eyes, having been the men he worked with to uphold the law, and yet in his wake they didn't even have the gull to go after or even search for the men responsible. Alexandria became a Bounty Hunter a few years later, operating out of Bounty Hunters HQ, also known as the Wolves Den. There she would earn the nickname "Black Rabbit", one that she wasn't particularly fond of, but the men seemed to respect it. It was a tough road though, gaining the respect of her masculine peers, as women weren't seen fit to be bounty hunters, and were usually simply informants who owned or operated in brothels. At first, her presence among them was seen as sacrilege, until a drunken man 3 times her size decided to get a bit to brash with her and she was forced to put him in his place right there in the bar. From that day forward, her respect among the men grew and as she successfully carried out bounties, so did her credibility. However, those were actually simpler times. Now, she was "forced" to be the Sheriff of this town to try and lie low and hope that the bounty on her head was either lifted or those that were in search of her would give up. The latter of those two options seemed an outlandish thought, and she was pretty sure that the first one was just as ludicrous. Alex huffed as she rolled over in her bed, facing the wall, closing her eyes and dozing back off. As morning came and began to carry on, she awakened to the annoying sound of Douglas Duvall's voice. "Get your ass up, since when did you sleep this long, huh?" He sauntered out of her room, turning back for a moment, "Try not to get into too much trouble, alright. I've got to head back to the Den, so I'll be gone for a few days Spoiler (Move your mouse to the spoiler area to reveal the content) Alexandria groaned at his words, slowly getting up from her bed, only covered in a long shirt. She yawned and stretched, standing to her tiptoes, before noticing that Douglas was still standing there. She scoffed at him, "Was there something else?" her tone expressing her annoyance at his breach of privacy. He shook his head at her, but grinned. "If that'll be all, you can go now. Tell Ma and Pa I said hi and that I'm doing fine." She waved him out as she began to change. Her Sheriff outfit been tailored for her form, but she had taken it and augmented it to serve her the way she liked, adding a few extra slots here and there and a few hidden slits within the coat to store her knives. Her father had told her that to survive, you had to be ready for any and everything. Preparation was the key...ironic in a way, as it was preparation that was his undoing. She shook the dream of her father from her mind, washing her face and washing the last remnants of sleep from herself before making her way over to the town's Saloon. She forgot what the mayor had called it, but she referred to it, in her mind anyway, as the Horseshoe Saloon due to the fact that there was a horseshoe pinned to side of the wall on the outside of the place. She was grateful that they served food in there, that and alcohol of course. It had been a rough few days, the travel to this town alone took 3 days from where she had been, and right off the bat she was met the disdain. Then again, she was young for her age, and certainly when it came to being the Word of Law around town. She knew that she was going to be the talk of the town for a while and that all eyes were gonna be on her, but that didn't really mean a damn thing to her. She only had to worry about people stepping out of line, be it citizens, ruffians, or lawmakers. She checked her gear and clothes before sauntering over to the saloon, already feeling the eyes of those in street upon her and a few gazes from unseen places, she shrugged it off as she made her way to Horseshoe Saloon. The moment she entered the room she could feel the tension in the air, a masculine tension that read that she had no place there, she wasn't their superior, and that her badge and authority meant nothing to them. She ignored everyone, not missing a beat as she saddled up to the bar, where the cute brunette with full lips was working. She had already forgotten the girl's name, having to deal with being sworn in and all that mess had made the last few days of introductions both blend together and disappear. Sighing in both relief and slight aggravation, she slowly removed her hat, placed next to her on the table and waved the young girl over and smiled. The girl was certainly a cute one, and there actually quite a few good-looking ladies around town. She chuckled to herself as she recalled how stunned some of the townspeople were when they heard her talk when she had first arrived, as she had a bit of an accent. Her father had told her that her mother had been an Indian of the Wakayah Tribe, and that that's where she had gotten her good looks and her mother's tongue. She had a smooth sounding voice, it was one that the cadence really drew you in and made you want to listen more, but on the flip side of that coin it could be quite intimidating when she became angry. The Wakayah people are a warrior tribe, so her father told her, and he said that getting the blessing to marry her was by far the hardest thing he had ever done in his life. Far harder than any rapscallion, scoundrel, or bounty that he had taken on. He never went into specifics about what it is he had to do back then, but from the look on his face when he spoke about it, she could see that her father meant every word that he said. Unfortunately, he would not tell her the whereabouts of her mother's people, saying that they don't take well to outsiders, and are especially not fond of Hunto, a derogatory term for a mixed bred child. They didn't believe that a mixed child had any merit as a warrior and was nothing more than garbage to be abandoned or killed for disgracing the tribe. As the young thing approached, Alexandria gave her a quick up-and-down look, observing what she was wearing as well as her demeanor before giving the girl a good morning nod. "So, tell me, what's on the breakfast menu, darling?" the last word of the sentence dripped with the syrupy cadence that came with her hypnotic accent. Douglas had warned her earlier to keep her head down while he was gone, but she was sure that the girl didn't know that she was hitting on her. Plus, the last thing she needed right now was for the men of this town to learn that little tidbit about her. As the last time she checked, a relationship of the kind that she was more akin to was taboo, and very much likely to get yourself drowned, burned, shot, tortured, mangled, and a whole bunch of other things until dead. Brothels were about the only place that were safe to conduct such business. The only people who knew about her preferred orientation were Ma, Pa, and Douglas...even though the two of them have had sex before. Now here she was; in unfamiliar territory, with a position that nobody wants her to have, a charge of authority that is most likely to be challenged, and a thousand tasks on her mind to accomplish that seem near impossible even under the best of circumstances. She sheds all that from her mind as she stares at the young woman before her, waiting for the girl's response.