Victoria found herself standing taller as the newcomer spoke, back rigid and lips pursed into a thin line. So much of her past came back in this brief interaction, and she certainly didn’t have enough whisky on hand to soothe her nerves.<br/><br/>“Morning, Miss Huntington. I must confess, you are a peculiar sight in these parts. Are you quite certain you got off at the right station? California’s still a whiles away.” But she knew Missy wasn’t going anywhere, not if the earlier arrival were any indication.  Whatever brought her to Onyx Landing would see her staying, for now.<br/><br/>“I’m awful glad you found your manners. I was worried they was still packed up with the rest of your belongings, and God only knows when you mighta gotten ‘round to unpackin’ that. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” And, without waiting for another word from Missy, carried a platter of bowls away from the bar, to pass out to other patrons. For once, Victoria found herself grateful for the breakfast rush, grateful for the demands of the paying customers, grateful for the excuse to escape the conversation. And yet, her gaze returned to the pretty blonde again and again, worried what Missy might get into if she took her eyes off her.<br/><br/>Once her bartender arrived, Vicki finally felt as if she could breathe a sigh of relief. At least running her errand was another excuse to avoid Missy. Upstairs, she strapped on her .357 colt peacemaker, with the ivory handle and engravings on the barrel. Conspicuously, because she wanted to deter anyone from even thinking about robbing her. Once she had collected up her money box, she tapped Cassie lightly on the shoulder.<br/><br/>“You ready to go, Miss Cassie?”