Jake eyed the woman over again, then took her hand, giving it a sharp shake. His eyes narrowed though, finding her oddly suspicious. Near perfect teeth, nails trimmed and not chewed, her guns looking nearly brand new. Her clothes for that matter were in too good of shape and too clean for the West as it was. Something didn't add up.<br/><br/>"The name's Jacob Bryant, miss." he said, "I can give ya a lift back into town. I'm headin' there myself actually." he paused for a moment, then fixed the rifle that was sticking out of his saddle, "But seein' how yer clothes and stuff is all new an' shiney, I spose yer a city slicker, eh? Long way from home, I'd say."