<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Marguerite_Tuerny_14.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Courthouse: Judge Warwick's office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Judge Warwick, Elisabeth Boyle<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Spooky Specter!"</strong>Marguerite blurted out with unfeigned and wide-eyed surprise.<strong>"He's a real person?"</strong>She hadn't read a dime novel until the train ride west, but her own books were packed away or sold, and someone had left a stack of tattered novels in the car, and she found it convenient to hide her face in a book rather than deal with Alfred and his constant nagging and ill-advised suggestions about marriage, her finances, and his insufferable insistence that she needed a man to manage her affairs.  So she'd read those dime novels during the interminable hours the train chugged west.  And more than a few of them had stared "Spooky" Specter.<br/><br/><strong>"I... uh... If he's real, then are those outrageous things he did in the dime novels real?"</strong>She asked.<strong>"If they are, then he's a bounty hunter and a man hunter, and he's served on several posses.  How much legal experience does he need to handle disorderly drunks and face down the more dangerous element?  If he has the guts and skill to face down bad men, what more does he need as a deputy?"</strong>She asked with genuine curiosity rather than rhetoric.<br/><br/>She considered the arguments, especially those concerning Nathan.<strong>"I'm having dinner with Nathan this evening.  I could perhaps talk to him about running for Sheriff."</strong>She suggested doubtfully.<strong>"I have no doubt at all that he could handle Bilton, Templeton, and that lot."</strong>She chewed thoughtfully at her lip as they walked, the distinguished older man with a beauty hanging off each arm.<strong>"I think... Nathan wouldn't admit this out loud.  But I think he could probably take them all at once in a gunfight.  They might get him too, but he would get them all.  He's incredibly fast and has nerve enough to stand his ground against practically anything.  And he's tough.  Even if he took a few rounds, he'd keep going until the job was done before he let himself die."</strong><br/><br/>That might not sound like much of an endorsement from a greenhorn, but she'd been around the west now for a while, and not in the company of gentle folk.  "<strong>Thing is, he doesn't have the aggression people mistake for strength.  He's a gentleman, and people mistake that for weakness."</strong><br/><br/>The rounded a corner and she smelled smells that could only come from a German kitchen.<strong>"Strudel!  Where in this forsaken land did they find the <em>pommes</em> to make strudel?"</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Translations</div><div class="spoiler_body">apples</div></div>