<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>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Golden Mare<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Margeurite, Open<br/><hr/>Hunter nodded at her decision, turning his steps towards the esteemed establishment.  He nodded when she said he didn't have to, summoning a protest when she relented.  He smiled gratefully when she didn't make an argument of it,<strong>”Out of the way?”</strong>He smiled lightly, the corner of his mouth curving.<strong>“It provides me a pretext to visit.”</strong><br/><br/>He turned to face the beautiful socialite when she'd arrived.<strong>”It was my honor,”</strong>he said softly.  He was touched by the sincerity of her words at the thanks which came after, then took her hand.  He blushed at the dry kiss, brought her hand to his mouth, kissing it across the knuckles as he had twice before.<br/><br/><strong>”I will not,”</strong>he promised.<strong>”I do.  But... I will have to eat, sometime.  Perhaps if you are available, I can inquire upon you for dinner tomorrow night?”</strong>He let the question linger, then smiled.<strong>“Be safe, milady.  If you require anything, please... don't hesitate to ask.”</strong>He waited, impressing the seriousness of his request upon with his eyes.<br/><br/>Then he stepped away, reluctant, turning towards his home first.  Showing up in bloodied clothes to the Sheriff's office was hardly how he intended to greet the new interim Sheriff.<br/><br/>He whistled for one of the young boys, orphans mostly, who often delivered messages and packages around town.<strong>“Want to make a half dollar, Nolan?  I'll have something for you to deliver in a moment.”</strong>