<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/Townsend.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>John Templeton<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Law Dogs (Deputy)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>July 18th, 1874 (Two years before game start.)<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late Evening, One hour later<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Basement of the Sheriff's Office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Closed, Ginny<br/><hr/>Templeton slid closer, his eyes fixed on hers.  Her mouth was running wild, but instead of intimidating him into backing off, it only seemed to entice him further.  “You got some big damn britches for such a little thing,” he mused, but his voice had a growl, an unspoken threat beneath his words that was as cold as the ground beneath her rear.  As she tried to intimidate him with her eyes, and her mouth continued to run on, he reached forward, seizing her jaw and beginning to squeeze.  He was a powerfully built man, with a grip like iron, and up close sh could make out his yellowed teeth and the scent of whiskey which had been sweat into his long coat over years of heavy drinking, the acrid whiff of his cigarillos.<br/><br/>“Ah didn't see no other girls,” he said.  “And you been causin' trouble for months.  Drunk, bellicose little cunny thinks the whole world revolves around her, and e'ery oughta just bow down and kiss her little Whateley feet as she passes.”  He reached down to the buckle of his belt, sliding it free with an ominous darkness in his eyes.  He leaned in then, sniffing at her, inhaling the smell of her skin like a dog sniffing at a mate.<br/><br/>“Now, you get yourself one of them hard choices, little Ginny.”  He squeezed her jaw harder, enjoying the tiniest hint of pain in her eyes.  “You can keep quiet, and do as yer told, learn the proper place of a woman in this world - “ He finished drawing off the belt, slowly doubling it in his free hand - “Or I can unbind you.  Then I'll haul your ass upstairs, toss your ass in the drunk cell, and there'll be a dozen drunk, horny miners who'll plug every one of your fine, proper holes from now til sun-up.”  He gave a low chuckle.  "That'll be as fun to watch as lil Ginny Whateley gettin' her lessons in manners."  He loosed her jaw, and for a moment it seemed the lesson in terrifying her might be over   Then his hand slapped powerfully across her jaw, his palm connecting hard enough to make teeth rattle, and he gripped her jaw again, kneeling over her.  "Why dontcha call me a<em>schoolmarm</em>again, ye stuck up little cunt?"<br/><br/>He gave a cruel smile, calming, then slid a hand down inside her chemise, running a rough palm over the pale breast hidden within it.  Whatever his intentions, earning a bit of gold certainly didn't seem to be among them.  "Yer gonna be sweeter'n pie, little belle."