<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/>Christian was tired. Real tired. He had spent the remaining part of his day out on the Mesa looking for clues. The Man in Black had never been easy to find before, never left much of a trail, let alone bodies, but Christian was sure he had killed the Sheriff. The Man had to be in Gomorra. Christian needed him to be there.<br/><br/>Walking back into town Christian could not help but think of the scolding he was going to be getting soon. He was filthy again, dust and dirt from the Mesa covered him from head to toe, and not a bit of that was going to make Agatha happy. Her house, on the outskirts of town, was a sight for sore eyes for the gunslinger. The sound made his eyes well up for a moment.<br/><br/>Christian had heard her sing before, and it brought a certain joy to his soul that few things in this world could. He waited at the door for quite some time, listening to her and letting her voice fill his mind. For those brief moments, Christian forgot about the Man in Black, forgot about his quest to avenge his father. He forgot the heat, the hunger, and the worry over how many men he was going to have to kill in this town. The quick draw had always thought of Agatha like a younger sister, someone he needed to protect and to guard, but at times like these he realized just how much he needed to be protected by her.<br/><br/>Breath past his lips slowly as he sighed, blinked the misty eyes away, and he opened the door softly. With his other hand he drew the harmonica he kept in his pocket, and jumped right into the tune with her. He took the part where bagpipes might normally play, and with some skill played away. While no dancing or much joy was shown by his face, Agatha might know Christian well enough to know he was enjoying himself like he rarely did.<br/><br/>“Howdy, Aggy. Hell, I’ve missed that,” Christian finally said when their song ended.