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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">"Rosa del Desierto! Next stop, Sante Fe, New Mexico leaving in twenty minutes all abroad!" <br/>
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The train whistle blew loud overhead as passengers clamored out dusty, and tired from their journey. One of the last few off the train, a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FLzeQwjt.jpg&amp;hash=2cb96505e693f4bc2e708df141e30f11" href="https://i.imgur.com/LzeQwjt.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">woman</a>, pulled her scarf over her dark hair and walked off the platform carrying a single bag. Her sharp brown eyes glanced around. So this was where she ended up at. Sighing, she continued surveying the land. Town was still a way ahead. Hopefully she could find a stage coach into town for cheap.<br/>
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"'Cuse me dear," a voice quipped up. She looked at a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F0lAwjif.jpg&amp;hash=48b0977ded95f67b88a6b59c654ff9ae" href="http://i.imgur.com/0lAwjif.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">young man</a> leaning against a worn stage coach near the edge of the train station. She walked closer. "Yes?" <br/>
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He tipped his hat to her. "Ya looking for a way into town ?" She quirked her brow at him curiously. For a woman, she stood taller than most, at least five feet and ten inches with shoes. She could look him in the eyes. "I would very much like to go into town, but it depends," she procured a knife and tapped it against his side with a smile. Her southern drawl as prominent as ever. "I may look sweet, don't let my looks fool you sir."<br/>
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The young man's eyes widened as he gulped loudly. "I-I meant no harm by it Ma'am. I was only foolin'. Ya see, I work at the saloon in town. I just look for purdy gals who lookin' for work is all," he stepped back taking off his hat. "M-My name is Amos. Amos Jackson."<br/>
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The woman retracted her blade and chuckled. "You in luck. I am looking for work. I'm a singer." She pulled her traveling hat back revealing a tumbled of dark tresses and smooth features. Amos was blown away. Muttering at how beautiful she was. "My name is Camilla, but I go by Millie."<br/>
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"Pleasure is all mine Millie. Welcome to the town of Desert Rose."<br/>
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He helped her inside the coach and set them on their way into town.<br/>
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 Luckily, town was only about two hours away by coach. Millie was grateful to Amos. He carried her bag into the saloon, a large building right in the middle of town. As they walked in, he pointed to the key spots in town: sheriff's office, bank, general store/market, church, and hospital/morgue. <br/>
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"It's nice having everything close. All the homes are further on the outskirts of town, but if you end with a job in town, the saloon has room for the in-house singer," he explained. "We've been without one for so long. Madeline was beginning to give up hope..."<br/>
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Millie stopped in her tracks as she stared at him. "Whatcha talkin' bout Amos?"<br/>
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Amos blushed as he looked down at the tumbleweeds. "I-I ain't allowed to say. M-Madeline made me swear. Only she will tell ya I suppose."<br/>
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They stepped into a smoky interior as the smells of liquor and cigars invaded her nostrils. The sounds of the pianola played loudly in the background. Patrons gambled as dancers kicked their heels on the stage. Millie's eyes grew looking around. Amos led her over to the bar placing her bag down. "Wait here. I'll go get Madeline."<br/>
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He raced off towards the back and disappeared. Millie couldn't help but feel nervous as she waited there. Men eyed her as they walked by. She bit down on her bottom lip anxiously. Soon enough an <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FddfoKec.jpg&amp;hash=4692531c27564b69c2f087d8de46f8bc" href="http://i.imgur.com/ddfoKec.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">middle-aged woman</a> limped over towards her with a scowl.<br/>
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She looked Millie up and down. "Well stand up gal. I need to look you over."<br/>
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Millie stood up quickly as Madeline circled her. "You're tall...they won't like that...put you in flat shoes...you know ya won't just be singin' right?" Millie felt her cheeks darkened. "Y-Yes ma'am."<br/>
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Madeline's lips tightened. "It's the type of business I run. If they like ya and pay enough, they gitcha...unless they too rough...I kick 'em out....He tell ya what happened to my last gal?" Her head jerked at Amos. He was hiding by the counter.<br/>
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Millie shook her head no. Madeline's blue eyes hardened. "She dead...was murdered...this town is cursed. People disappearin' left an right. Never seen again."<br/>
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Millie shook her head. The thought scared her but she had been through worse. "I can take care of myself Ma'am." <br/>
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Madeline scoffed. "I bet you can," she cracked rare smile. "Alright, I'll give you a shot. Tonight, an audition at half past seven. See me about some proper clothing. Got it?"<br/>
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Millie beamed. "Thank you."<br/>
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"Don't thank me just yet- Amos, get her settled and something to eat. Off ya go."<br/>
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Millie and Amos let out a laugh as he grabbed her things and led her up the stairs of the saloon.<br/>
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