<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Agatha-avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mesa Outside of Town<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Walter<br/><hr/><br/>“I’d rather not use good bullets when I don’t have to.” She replied.  The man, Walter seemed to be quite willing to chit-chat, but that wasn’t making Agatha any more comfortable.  Was he just trying to be friendly? Doubtful.  What he stalling for something? Maybe.  The fact that she didn’t want to take her eyes off of him to look around didn’t make her any more comfortable. “But that won’t stop me.” The gun was getting heavier so she pulled the smaller derringer from its much tinier holster and pointed it at Walter letting her hand with the gatling pistol drop to her side.<br/><br/>“I don’t mean to be unfriendly mister and I am very sorry that I startled your donkey and caused you a tumble, but I’m not used to seeing a soul out in these parts.  It’s why I come here to test my invention.”  Looks like she was going to have to find someplace new.<br/><br/>“Now I was just leaving, so if you don’t mind I would like to continue to do so.  If I have caused you any damages please stop by my shop in town and I will make amends.”<br/><br/>Agatha wasn’t about to turn her back on Walter yet to get into her buggy, so she fully intended to wait for him to go along his way before she lowered her weapon and made her way back to town.<br/>