<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Christian_Bale_Cowboy_3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Christian Specter<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Dinner Time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha's House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha, Elizabeth, Onneca<br/><hr/><br/>The hug of Agatha put Christian at ease more than any other thing in the world, always had in the last year he had known her. Many might mistake his adoration of her to be a longing take her as his own, but Christian was just happy to have family that was happy to have him. Agatha Dunwich was the sister Christian could no longer go home to, the sister he could protect.<br/><br/>“You must be Christian. I am very pleased to meet you, Agatha has spoken of you often though she never said how handsome you were,” spoke the new arrival to Agatha’s home, and by doing so, she did something few had done in many years. She made Christian jump.<br/><br/>He was startled, and startling a gunslinger can be very dangerous. Reaper was out of its holster faster than a blink, and Spooky had taken in Elizabeth, her lack of weapons or hostile intent, and had his weapon returned to its place at his hip just as quickly. The entire motion was fluid, even the spin of the weapon seemed a flourish and not a simple re-sheathing.<br/><br/>Christian, despite his apparent assumption of danger, seemed unbothered. His breathing was calm and normal. He blinked just once, and his stance suggested he was still as relaxed as before, despite the draw and replacement of his six gun.<br/><br/>The young woman who had startled him so already knew who he was, and that caused an arched eyebrow. Christian was still a mess, dust and worse covering him and giving him the smell of the trail. When she spoke of him being handsome, his eyebrows narrowed in what appeared to be confusion. The source of that confusion, however, was likely unclear.<br/><br/>When Agatha took his arm, Christian gave her a little shove with his shoulder joining her game. She then explained that two of her friends would be staying at her home as well and his face became quite dark indeed. Things were worse than he thought if people were gathering in numbers for safety. He was going to be responsible for the well-being of these women while he was there. He did not so much mind the responsibility, it just changed the way he was going to do things. He could no longer ride the outskirts of the city, looking for trails all night, every night. He going to have to come back, and actually sleep on something cushiony. Oh the horror.<br/><br/>Agatha introduced Elizabeth and he gave her a weak smile, and a tip of his hat, “Ma’am.”<br/><br/>Then Agatha took her turn introducing Christian. At lawless gunman, his jaw clenched. At intimidating grump, he turned to look down upon Agatha with narrowed eyes and grumpy expression on his face, those ice-blue, cold eyes staring at her. At big softy, he could take it no longer, “Now wait just a minute!”<br/><br/>Agatha, being Agatha, cut him off and advised Elizabeth to avoid calling Christian by the monicker “Spooky.” It was true, he disdained the nickname the dime novels had graced him with. A man had tried to use that name to get under his skin many months ago. The man succeeded and was lying under Boot Hill now.  He turned his gaze to Elizabeth to take her in.<br/><br/>She was a beautiful woman, Christian had not seen many like her. Something about blondes set his blood on fire, and it had gotten him into trouble more than once. There was Lucy Taber, for one, and Abigail. The name brought a memory that caused Christian’s back to tighten. Elizabeth was different though. Something about her screamed to him. It screamed innocence, and it screamed kindness, in a way that Christian could not ignore. She was not like the others, Christian could see. She was a good soul.<br/><br/>“Miss Boyle, pleased ta meet ya,” Christian again tipped his hat. He may be a grumpy, gruff cowpoke, but he was raised with manners, especially around women. Agatha left to take Elizabeth’s bags to the guest bedroom, which meant Christian was sleeping on the couch. Hell, that’s a sight better’n the dirt.<br/><br/>“I s’pose Aggy’s right, I can come ‘cross grumpy more’n I oughta. I'll try'n be a mite kinder with ya around." He paused a long moment before continuing, "I reckon if I don’t say it now, I won’t have the courage ta later,” Christian gave Elizabeth another smile, this one more genuine and with some strength, “Yer quite purty ma’am. I must say I envy little Aggy. She’s got herself quite the woman.”<br/>