<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Christian_Bale_Cowboy_3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Christian "Spooky" Specter<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Casino Morongo<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Deacon Sloane, Mathew Cuthbert<br/><hr/>Sloane raised an excellent question, why was Christian here? When he had first set out, Gomorra was a stop of convenience. Rumors told him that the Man In Black may very well be there, and he had no firmer evidence to go on, so he had set off. It had nothing to do with seeing Agatha again, or at least that is what he told himself. Truth was, he might have stuck around while just to be near her again.<br/><br/>“I’m stayin’ with Ms. Dunwich on the outer part o’town.  Known’re a long time, figure we could catch up a bit. As far as my business in town, I done told ya, huntin’ yer Sheriff killer: The Man In Black. As you may know, I specialize in killin’ men aint got sense, and it seems the man that killed yer Sheriff don’t have no sense. Course, that don’t pay real well, so I may be lookin’ fer some work too. Guns like me don’t come cheap though. Know why? Cause there aint any other guns like me,” he patted his Peacemaker at his side, “or Reaper here.”<br/><br/>Christian took a moment to spit into the spittoon, emptying his mouth of a bit of his chewing tobacco. That was when a young, blond haired fella took the chance to speak with Christian. He finished talking and Christian almost rolled his eyes. This was what he was used to, somebody openly challenging him to something. “Listen, kid, playin’ cards with me can get expensive. I aint a fan of cheats, and a man that beats me too bad’s gotta be cheatin’.  So, I’ll happily play a bit of cards with ya, but keep that in mind, lotta graves been dug for a lotta men that cheated me at cards.  As far as Ms. Dunwich and I is concerned, that’d be our business. For yer safety, I suggest you keep a clear distance betwixed the two of ya, especially while I’m in town.”<br/><br/>The stare that Christian gave Mathew was one he had given many men in his time. Normally, it was in the dusty street, sun high overhead, and a church bell striking noon. Shortly after, that man usually fell dead and Christian followed that up with another bullet to the throat after he walked up and watched the man die. Spooky earned his monicker.<br/><br/><br/>