"I'm Erin," the girl said, trying to pull away one last time when her elbows were yanked back and tied.  "What do you want me to tell you?  I live down past the river and I help out with the horses around at some of the different places.  You can ask about me down at the Broken Eagle.  They'll vouch for me."  She acquiesces as the man takes the second rope and ties her elbows.  Then, with an exaggerated sigh, rocked her shoulders back and forth to test the rope.  It was solid, impossible to pull out of it.  "Look, can you at least pull the knot down a bit?  It's pinching."  She rolled a shoulder trying to stop the rope from cutting in quite as deeply.