<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Christian_Bale_Cowboy_3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Christian Specter<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Dinner Time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha’s House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha, Elisabeth, Onneca<br/><hr/><br/><em>The gal seems nice enough. </em>Christian thought as Onneca greeted him in her tongue.<em> Polite and timid. Friends with Aggy for a long time, too. That’s a good thing. </em>Instead of speaking, he gave her a nod of his head, since his hat was off already. It was not rudeness or the ever present gruffness that kept him from responding. This was a situation he had no experience with, and it caused him to be very cautious with every action.<br/><br/>The last time he was in the company of this many women for dinner turned out to be a very intense, very violent night. Christian did not expect to see much blood this evening though. No, tonight was promised to be at least a touch more pleasant, as no one was looking at him with that vicious, cruel hunger.<br/><br/>Agatha stopped him on his way out to the table, to find out what he was inferring by his comment. He had hoped she had not heard. He glanced Onneca’s way, his frozen, cold blue eyes staring after her a moment before turning back to Agatha. That same sapphire glare had caused grown men to piss themselves, but for Agatha she knew concern, hope, and love made home in that stare.<br/><br/>“Ya know, Aggy, despite being the bravest damn person I ever knew,” he rumbled quietly, trying to make it so only she could hear him, “you can be quite the yeller coward sometimes.” He leaned to give her a soft peck on the cheek, whispering further, “They call this fast country, cause life is fast, and short. Don’t let it pass ya by.”<br/><br/>He leaned away, “Thanks for dinner, Aggy,” Christian said loud enough for all to hear, “Love ya kiddo.”<br/><br/>He took his place at the table Elisabeth provided, giving her the barest of smiles and a nod. He appreciated the respect she showed him. It was not out of fear, as most, but she showed him respect simply for being a human being. Social grace was hard to find for a man like Christian Specter. When he did, he had a hard time walking away.<br/><br/>Elisabeth asked Onneca to pray for them, and Christian’s brow furrowed. It was highly irregular, at least in Christian’s experience. But, this was neither his home, nor his church. Anyone that damn well pleased could say Grace, Christian decided.<em>Besides, Spook, you’re a damned killer. What place’ve you got talkin’ ta God?</em><br/>