<span style="font-weight: bold">"Hey. Can you tell me where I am?"</span><br/><br/>His horse was the first to become startled. He was engrossed in cleaning his guns to notice the girl approached, but he was sure he heard nothing over the water. He only now realized that his reflexes had kicked in, and he had his only loaded revolver levelled at her head. She was at his horse, trying to calm him, but Jake sat still, his arm locked and pistol aimed. After a moment of staring down his gun, he lowered it and continued cleaning his gun. He had a talent for judging people on first sight. His record of telling the good from the bad people was pretty good. So far.<br/><br/>"Bout' ten mile north o' Restburn, I reckon." he said, then dug into his pocket for the bullets, loading them faster than you could see, nearly a second later the guns were shoved into his holsters and he stood up, "Also know as 'The Official Middle of Nowhere'. What the hell is a lady like yerself doin' ere without a 'orse?"