<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Doomtown/Doomtown371_zps291b515a.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Lady Elisabeth Boyle</span></span><br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Member of the Collegium.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>'The London Royal Apothecary'<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha and Onneca<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Elisabeth grinned as Agatha for a moment looked surprised that anyone had noticed that all the flowers were always for Onneca. She had decided recently to guide the two of them to what they both clearly wanted but were holding back. Society and doubt were horrid things but she had been learning much from a close secret friend of hers in the town.<br/><br/>She gave a bigger smile as Agatha handed her the bundle of the herbs and plants she had gathered. "Thank you so much Agatha...I can use these in at least 3 recipes one of them to help with children coughing and fever"<br/><br/>She turned to Onneca as her friend spoke of voting for Nash Bilton and her green eyes widen in surprise, "Onneca, please no, Nash Bilton is a thug and a pig. I have heard things that ... well the best way to describe Bilton is he is a mean dog that had been on Sheriff Coleman's leash. One of those that attack anything they do not like. Now no one controls that leash and we do not want him as Sheriff. One of the things I heard about Bilton and I was able to confirm this from another source this wasn't too long after I opened shop."<br/><br/>Elisabeth looked around and saw Professor Hardinger and gave him a nod as he waved, wondering what he was doing in Town after just sending a student with his letter to her. She scanned the area then leaned a bit over the table as her voice lowered.<br/><br/>"Bilton's well known to have been a former member of an outlaw gang.  About a year ago, Bilton's gang were rumored to be in the area around Gomorra.  One of them came into town and was jailed,  after he stabbed someone, and Nash freed him from lockup.  He had a distinctive gunbelt – exquisite craftsmanship, made out of solid black leather with silver trim.  The man left town, but a week later they found a dozen men about four miles from Gomorra.  They'd been killed in their sleep, and left for the buzzards.  The man who came into town was among the dead, and Bilton still wears the gunbelt."<br/><br/>"I do not want to think what that kind of man could do to the lawful nature of the town. From what I know Deputy Nathan Hunter should be a better choice, he is a educated lawyer and can handle a gun and from what I know he is well respected within the business community... I plan of supporting him unless someone else comes along"<br/><br/>Elisabeth glanced at Agatha as she spoke of her old dear 'friend' 'Spooky' being in town.<br/><br/>"So your old friend Christen that you told us all about is in town, bring him by the shop later I would love to meet him... and speaking of him...hmmm" Elisabeth gets this look as if she is thinking but her green eyes dance with mischief and her red lips are curved in a smile. "Agatha remember that tinhorn writer that came to town last ...August I believe it was... the one that was searching for stories on your friend Christen and how he listened to everything you had to say"<br/><br/>Elisabeth could not help herself watching Agatha's eye narrow in wonder, "Well A week or so back I got package from home and in it was one of those dime novels from back East that had been reprinted in London... something called....'Spooky and the flame haired vixen against mad preachers posse'...  Agatha! you never said you danced naked on a hill top to distract the posse so Christen could escape!...you could have told us that!..."<br/><br/>Elisabeth was trying hard not to giggle at the image of the story that involved her friend and the look she got on her face. As she poured tea for everyone.