<span style="font-style: italic">"Thank you kindly" </span>The sheriff spoke seeming to take in account of her offer, and brushed against her ever so lightly. Just enough that Lucca could only smile. He seemed to pluck his hat from his head like a true cowboy born expert.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Honestly I could do for a glass of sweet tea and just some of your fine company and conversation That is if you would oblige an old cowboy like myself?" </span>That made her laugh. An old cow boy? To her the Sheriff was still young , no one ages in her head.<br/><br/>She walked to her kitchen and swung open her beaten down refrigerator door and pulled out a glass of whisky. Sharp as a knife that alcohol. After that she turned her body to grab two wine glasses that seemed rather dusty. She blew into each just to make sure the glasses were clean. Then poured the pure whisky half to full, and re-opened the frigerator to take out a  Galleon of orange juice-pouring that into the rest of the glass , and at last put back the orange juice. Allowing the refrigerator door to slam shot as she grabbed the two glasses, and made her way back to the dinning room. "Company? I myself  would always be obliged for company no matter how long, or short the company is. I am a rambling women and you alrâ€™eady know that sir." She placed a glass in front of where he was sitting, than sat herself down across from him.<br/><br/>It wasnâ€™t long into their conversation that trouble arose as usual in the old dusty town. "Shall I say a man like ye never gets a moment te yourself ." Lucca smiled and rose awaiting for the sheriff to do the same.<br/><br/>. "Pardon me Miss." The sheriff grabbed his hat, and tipped it to her as he ran off to do his duty. Lucca had felt the trouble stirringâ€¦except this time it wasnâ€™t so much trouble as helpâ€¦and maybe trouble. She decided to follow him out her door but she didnâ€™t get very far considering the sheriff ran into someone. "Wooah! Sorry there little miss...I did not see you there. . Oh my stars you are a tired looking little thing aren't you? You lost Honey?" Everything the sheriff had said was dripped with concern but Lucca felt it right to offer the one that the sheriff ran into shelter.<br/><br/>She pushed past the sheriff and grabbed the little girlâ€™s hand to lead her inside. "Hun the dunâ€™s of sand are hard to travel in ye hearâ€¦what were you doing travelin this hightown desert in whether like this? Come on letâ€™s get ya something to drink." Lucca was not one to be mean, nor uncaring. She may be a witch but just because of that â€¦didnâ€™t mean she was cruel. When she read fortunes she was rather gifted at being honest even if the truth was tough to bare but she wasnâ€™t cruel on purpose in those matters. It was just how the luck of the cards spreadâ€¦maybe she could cheer the child up with a reading â€¦once the child feels better. Her eyes glanced at the sheriff. "Ye trouble Sirâ€¦ You should heed to it..Iâ€™ll handle the child Sheriffâ€¦No harm will happen to her..you have my word." Her word was beyond true and once she said it that meant nothing could break it. She was a honest womenâ€¦with dark secrets but secrets everyone has.