<strong>Nathan Maddoc</strong><div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7041/6784901344_8e4803feaa_m.jpg)</div><br/><em>Sunday Night – In the Fucking Gulch bar</em><br/><br/>Nathan grinned slightly as he saw Amethyst's choice of beverage – there was something cool about a women who could handle her hard liquor. “Well, it's nice to meet you too.” He smile only widened as she mentioned a 'satisfying evening', and all the thoughts and images that suggested. It seemed this place was exactly what he'd been told, and as forthright as its name. “A biologist, actually, studying the genetic range in local crop varietals...ahh, but I'm not here to talk shop,” he added slightly apologetically.<br/><br/>He was about to continue, when from out of the corner of his eye over Amethyst's shoulder he spotted a familiar face... and an unfamiliar, but stunning figure.<br/><br/>Ellie Goddard, the pretty, intelligent and charming daughter of the farming family he was lodged with. He'd recognise those big blue eyes, delicate lips and cascade of red hair anywhere, even when it was pinned up and more styled than the ponytail she usually wore it in while doing chores. But he was used to seeing her in simple, hardwearing work attire or more modest clothes around the dinner table... not a dress that tantalisingly showed off every stunning curve, the body that had haunted more than a few of his dreams since coming to New Harrisville.<br/><br/>Without realising it, Nathan slipped off his stool, straightening as he stared after her.<em>“Ellie?!”</em>he called in surprise, his own sky-coloured eyes sliding down her figure and past the short red hem of her dress in widening amazement.