"Angelina Jones"<br/><br/>Angelina took his hand and for the few brief seconds that their hands were connected, she was able to feel his rough yet soft hands. Hands of a hard working man, a thing she looked for in men. The girl stared down at her hand rubbing the palm of her hand with her own fingers. It wasn't out of disgust or anything, in fact, she could care less if Mathew's hand were covered in dirt. It was simple curiosity that encouraged Angelina to do that action. Mindless thinking.<br/>Pulled away from her thoughts, she strolled over to her horse grabbing the rest of her bags. Half of what she owned wasn't on that horse, the rest of her stuff was left in the care of strangers. She hopped they wouldn't steal anything that she held dear in her heart. Angelina followed Mathew into the house. From the outside the house didn't appear to be anything special, on the inside is another story. The inside of the cabin was almost breath taking. It was nice, clean house that had a little welcoming atmosphere to it.<br/>Angelina followed him into the bedroom and threw herself onto the bed, her stuff left near the door. The girl laid down, groaning as her back hit the bed popping in the process, she didn't bother watching as the man turned to leave and check up on the food. A few hours of riding sure takes a lot of a person. She sat up again and took off her jacket. She was glad wearing up tight dresses wasn't a must here, she could wear the outfit she wore to take down Butch's men. Figuring it wouldn't make a difference what she wore. Angelina brushed off her hat running her fingers throughout her tangled dirty brown hair. She picked up the wash rag, cleaning up the best she could before joining Mathew. Angelina was hungry, yet she didn't say nothing. Her interest in her host was still burning up. There was so many questions she could ask to pry into his life, which one should she ask first?<br/><br/>"It's sure nice of you to let me stay in your home, Mr.Cobb. If you ever need help out with your ranch, I'd love to help you out. Or cleaning, I'm good at cleaning. I can cook for you, instead of you cooking for me. So.... You live here by yourself?" She asked, hoping to break some of the silence in between them.