<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/>“…unless of course Christian intends to swipe more,” Elisabeth had said as she smiled at him. That smile seemed like it could melt any man, any man but Christian it seemed. He just gave a small smirk and continued to chew on his carrot.<br/><br/>Christian most certainly saw the hug Agatha had given Onneca, and for a second he was incredibly jealous. Not because he wanted Agatha to hug him like that, or even because no one had ever hugged Christian like that, but because Onneca might be taking his family away. But, Christian was a stoic man and he was not about to let that get underneath his skin for long.<br/><br/>The new woman referred to him by the moniker he had been given, earned really, and his eyes narrowed, a glare beginning. Elisabeth stopped that stare, however, with the correction and little joke. Christian gave a small smile when she mentioned stories Agatha had told about him. Truth was, he never was a fan of, well, having fans. Being renowned throughout the southwest, in Christian’s experience, was dangerous and lonely. As a rule, it seemed men wanted to kill him just to take his reputation, and women steered clear of him for that reason. With Agatha, though, things were different. He liked being famous with her. Family always broke the rules.<br/><br/>The gals talked about dresses and getting all dolled up in them, and Christian just looked on. His dour face not reflecting the boredom they might have expected with others, just a calm patience and a troubled mind. The Man in Black, his long quest to find the bastard that killed his family, that tore him from his home, that turned him into a machine that existed simply to gun one man down, poured through his thoughts.<br/><br/>What Christian did not think about, never thought about, was what he was going to do when he finally tracked him down, if he ever tracked him down, and put the Man down. Would he go home, to Texas, and rejoin his family? Would they even have him back if he did? Would he stay in Gomorra? Did he have a reason to, aside from Agatha? Those questions merely flitted at the back of mind, never being graced with purpose or cognitive presence.<br/><br/>His self-obsession wearing off a moment, he looked to Onneca and Agatha and nodded. The girl seemed to make his flame-haired vixen happy. If that was the truth, that would be all Christian needed to approve. Onneca apparently knew of Christian’s reputation, so no need to go about delivering veiled threats if she ever hurt his little Aggy. If she knew who he was, he did not need to say those words allowed. The fact that she did not seem intimidated by his presence spoke volumes to him of what Agatha meant to the Mexican woman, and that meant more to him than any words she might have spoken.<br/><br/>To voice his approval of their relationship, or eventual relationship, he looked to Elisabeth, motioned to the two of them with a tilt of his head, and nodded. “I see what you mean,” spoke the harsh, rumbling voice of Christian Specter. That was all the needed saying, and that was all he said.<br/>