<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e4/Natehunter.png/437px-Natehunter.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nathan Hunter<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Senior Deputy (Law Dogs)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Vigilance Ranch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Margeurite, Closed<br/><hr/>The Law Dog sat straighter in the chair when she sat bolt upright, refusing to let his eyes flick to the way her sweat had given the coolie tunic a provocative wrap around her.  But it was easy to ignore the attraction – easier than it had been before.  He'd heard her thrashing in her sleep, and instinct made him suspect it wasn't a pleasant sort of dream.<br/><br/>Few enough had pleasant sort of dreams near Gomorra.<br/><br/><strong>“Just me,”</strong>he reassured.  If there was offense taken, it didn't register, and he just smiled at her change of topic.  Some rest from the exhaustion and the stitch in his side feeling better had given him back some semblance of self-identity.  The warmth of the smile that came after would have taken out any sting from the words if there had been any malice in them.<br/><br/>He gestured to the closet.<strong>“They lost a daughter, two years back.  Her clothes might fit you better.”</strong>The question of water gave him pause, though, and he rose to his feet.<strong>“I'll see.  And I'll speak to the rancher's wife.”</strong><br/><br/>He paused at the door, unable to ignore his protective instincts.<strong>“You're alright?”</strong><br/><br/>After he knew she was well enough, he closed the door behind her.  The closet had a few simple dresses, and a church dress that looked to be of fancier material, and a cut that proved promising to the skill of the seamstresses in town.  There was a bit of Spanish flair to the style, although the simpler frocks seemed of finer materials than she might expect, and carefully cared for.<br/><br/>After a long stretch of minutes, the lawman returned.<strong>“Bath's set up out in the shed,”</strong>he explained, the beads of sweat on his brow suggesting he'd helped haul the water.<strong>“Warming up now.  The missus said to take something, if you needed it.”</strong>