<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8f/Marguerite_Tuerny_07.jpg/600px-Marguerite_Tuerny_07.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The street outside of the Casino Morongo<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sloane, Harley, Nicodemus, Open<br/><hr/>Her clear brow furrowed slightly when the man mentioned a capacity for violence.  The words sounded so sincere.  As if he spoke from personal experience.  She wondered just how much violence this man had seen, and how much of it was of his own doing.<br/><br/>While she was puzzling over the matter, he shocked her with his most improper self-introduction, and the offer of his hand.  She had no business out in the street unescorted and certainly she was breaching etiquette by conversing with not one, but to two men to which she had not been introduced.  She blanched slightly to realize just how much a year in the savage west had blunted her sense of propriety.  The young woman she was just months ago would have been shocked at the very idea.<br/><br/>But to offer your hand to a lady!  He'd been introduced, and against all polite custom she had acknowledged the introduction as if had been proper.  But this went beyond the pale.  Was this what passed for gentry here in the west?  The impropriety shocked her even after all she had been through.  She did the only thing a lady could in the situation, and she ignored the hand and the gauche self-invitation. And especially the uncivil request for her name.<br/><br/>Her spine went stiff and her chin came up and she spoke to the air between them, her voice in third person as she considered the situation and her appalling lack of manners and disrespect for good breeding that lead to the awkward moment.<strong>"Senior Deputy Hunter will see the matter resolved."</strong>She announced rather than conversed.<strong>"Senior Deputy Hunter is quite capable.  He won't let this crime go unpunished."</strong><br/><br/>It was quite forward of her - nearly as improper as his own social gaffe - to drop a name like that.  To mention the name of someone that he would likely know that could properly introduce them.  Why, it was so forward to be practically wanton!   But then, this was the west, proper etiquette or even basic manners were a casualty here, a casualty in a war of cultures and the battle for survival.<br/><br/>She turned then, social convention on her side as she walked away without farewell.  As a Lady shouldn't acknowledge a man to whom she was not acquainted.  She didn't quite flee the scene - but she still felt both a coward and a fool.  A fool for getting herself into the situation, and a coward for...  there was no reason she should feel like a coward.  So, why did she?<br/><br/>The hotel wasn't hard to find - She could see it from the town hub once she looked northwest.  She walked to it with no great hurry but no hesitation.