<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Alex arched in her saddle, a sexy pose meant to draw eyes. Her left hand, palm out pressed into the small of her back right by the hilt of the hidden derringer, gave the impression she was weary. Impressions are not often the case. She still chuckled at the expression Kate had when she had showed her the fine Arabian mare she had brought from Egyptian. Alex figured she must have thought a carriage and attendants was what she was going to use. She had even brought along a pack horse, claiming she needed the extra space for her gowns, in fact she had only brought two, with the petticoats and frilly things they needed, besides the various female items and some oils and soap the pack horse had carried gear they used, grudgingly. Better blankets, trade goods for the Indians, sugar, salt, pepper, coffee, tobacco, as well as extra ammo, all were stuffed into the various packs. Even Kate had appreciated the coffee and bedding on the trek to this small town.<br/><br/>Kate at first had snickered a bit at what she choose to wear, instead of the tight fitted pants, the shirts and vests the others wore, so cowboy like. She probably expected some silly frilly dress, instead her deep brown pants fitted her perfectly along the hips and rear then fell very wide legged to her ankles. Tough reinforcements like chaps as well as were along the sides, cuts and pockets hide various guns and even a knife or 2. Her shirt was white cotton, close fitted with blue embroidery. The tight black corset like vest was laced snug. Her long pale hair was up under a ‘proper’ hat that Katie had insisted she had to have. The long needle like hair pins stuck so they held the hat in place even in the strongest wind. The black leather boots no longer were polished to a gleaming sheen as they hugged her feet and calves.<br/><br/>Alex knew the taste of fear; she had fought it herself and won. So she was alert even though she seemed not to be. Her blues eyes taking in everything. The smoky lenses of her small round spectacles let her peer into the shadows as if they were in bright day light. Seeing past the fluttering curtains and into the rooms inside clearly [Penetrating Glare] she could see the fear in the faces.<br/><br/>Her hand rubbed the ears of the cat that had decided its favorite place was curled around her shoulders, raising its head it suddenly leaped for the ground. “Pharaoh be careful” The large green eyes looked back as if to say don’t worry as the cat darted under the store.<br/><br/>Catching Kate’s eyes as they slow to the hitching post in front of the saloon and with a nod Alex murmurs a few words as shimmer seems to form around her.<br/><br/>Alex swung gracefully off her horse, pulling out her rifle as she dropped to the ground. Alex had learned the hard rules of caution over the years and took nothing for granted as she fiddled with the saddle and patted Horus’ flank.<br/><br/>Nodding to Kate, while still outside and ina soft voice,<br/><em>“I agree Kate there are people here, I see the strands of fate converging around here. My guess is there are other scions here. Let’s be careful anyway!”</em><br/><br/>Alex stepped through the swinging doors and let her smoky lense covered eyes play over the ones in the bar noting each in turn. As Kate stepped in behind her, her voice was low as she said <em>“All but the barkeep, Kathryn. They carry as well”</em><br/><br/>Alex steps to the side, her rifle lowered in its sheath. Letting Kate step forward to handle the lead as looked out the windows noting placement of the building and watching the lengthening shadows.</span>