She was shocked to see the gentleman flash a smile at her. After all if fate had been two seconds too late they may have never met. The man had found his way behind her on her horse. "I sure hope I've ridden a horse before else I have no idea how I got here. Anyways my horse has probably headed for town by now." A hefty laugh passed through her lips, as firm hands grasped around her waste. Men would find this as a highly attractive moment. For her though it meant teasing da poor gentlemen.<br/><br/>" Oh, now ya have da catch dat damn scared hor'se of yours." Her left boot kicked against the black fur of the horse causing the hooves to take off. By using the reigns she steered the horse away from the burning house, and towards the only other short cut to town. The horse thundered across grass, and weaved in between trees as if having memorized the trail that she had built for him over the years.<br/><br/>"So where exactly is this bar you spoke of I could use a drink right now."  They took the short cut which cut the time in half, but would cause them to enter town on the opposite end from where the bar would be. This meant mr.mayor and chief of town would be the first to see them, if he was up that is. Thunder trudded through the forest like an expert as bits of white light from the moon shone through the trees.<br/><br/>" Da bar is my home, my life, my very wo'rld sir. Do not worry we have only about 10 minutes till we enter town, but be warned outsiders are not welcome here." A break in the woods pointed out that the 10 minutes was just about up. A three story victorian styled house stood to the left of the clearing, lights glowing through the window curtains. Next to the house was a small building meant to be the county station.<br/><br/>They were lucky that the cheif was not on duty, and that fires like that old building are never looked at. The library buiding passed by, and many other houses passed by. Till the lone bar came up in view. It was a litte run down but it twas what it was.<br/><br/>She threw the reigns around a wooden pole that had a horse food and water stable built for outdoor feeding. Her boots clanked as her hands graced thunder before getting to the rope , and tied it around the pold. Then walked up the creaky old front steps trying to be sneaky but failed. The old broken down door ripped open and the old man had a bright smile on his face.<br/><br/>" Alan'a my de'ar I see you brought a gentleman. Wel'come bu't if you wa'nt a dri'nk it twill be on da house." She walked inside , right past old man generousity. He may not have been in any way a relative but treated her like family. The bar was just as she had left it, dusty, and rugged. However a glass was cleaned as always resting on the bar. Without speaking she went behind the bar and poured a drink for him.<br/><br/>" He're. Dri'nk. Be careful other towns people won't be so kind to you."