Alana krosvikia heaved a sigh as her bronze hands finished mopping up the dust on the bar-tending table made of old wood. It wasnâ€™t like any cowboys came crawling into the sunset in old Derby Texas. No one but crows like to wander around that old bat of a place. She was one of four workers at the old moonshineâ€™ in â€˜ tavern. Easy for most to just ride right on past, considering the other three workers were all men. Including the little old hag of a man that owned the place. Who generously gave her a roof over her head, and money to keep her on her way. Wasnâ€™t like much was free anymore, anywho.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Aâ€™lanâ€™a  miss you are welcome to go riâ€™ght on yoâ€™ur way." </span>The old man tipped his raggedy hay stacked hat towards her symbolizing that sun was going down. Most would think that meant she should be working extra long nights, and such. But she had an extra special side job in the world of the unknown. Her boss knew itâ€¦.for some reason she just felt he did.  He never really refused to allow her to have nights off, and it was a rarity that a crowd showed up anyways.<br/><br/>"Thank ya Sir." Her hands dusted the now black handkerchief that was wasting away dust, and placed is under the old bar. It was a hoot for her, at least half way anyways. She wandered to the creaky red oak door that to its left had a pair of black high heel leather boots, matched with a dusty black top hat, and her silver, what at first would look like a rope, when in reality it was a rather deadly whip. A black vest that seemed to curve a cross , and show off a bit of her cleavage , and beautifully toned abbs greeted the low rising jeans. With a quick run through her thick black hair she placed the black top hat on her head , and slammed the raggedy red oak door shut as she left. Always leaving with a nice exit.<br/><br/>She brought her hand to her mouth to form a whistle. The sound was loud and sweet , to answer the call thundering hooves came towards her. No saddle on the black stallion with chocolate brown eyes , and thick black main. This proved how much she trusted her wild horse. Who needed a saddle? "Thâ€™under my boy ." Her hands found their way around his neck as she cleverly flung herself onto his back. " Off to that old Dulstan mansion. I hear they have some interesting  beasts."<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>An hour later, and complete darkness rendered its way over the passages that led to the Dulstan manor. The odd swaying faded green grass welcomed her horse , pawing at his black hooves, and crawling up his calves. Irritating the poor fella. " Guess thatâ€™s as far as ya go old fella. Run off now." She patted his rum and let the thunderous stallion off to its own mission. Her mind snapped into instant focus as the house came into deeper view.<br/><br/>Itâ€™s decrepit form hardly bothering her, but the fact that the front door was slammed inâ€¦via most likely boot prints bothered the hell out of her. But she wasnâ€™t stupid enough to come out and give away the fact that she was here. Oh hell no.<br/><br/>Her boots snuck her through the front door since it was already kicked in , and listened to the cackle of a child. An evil child that reminded her with ebbed fear of her little brother. But she shoved the thought away. The past can not be brought and muddled in with what she does now.