<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://gunsofold.com/marshal_badge_silver_balltip.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>John “Townsend” Templeton, Nathan Hunter<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/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/Townsend.png)</div>Townsend was oblivious to the prayer going on in her mind, and the small noises she made around the gag of her underwear only seemed to encourage him further.  He stood from his groping, straddling over her hips, his crotch inches from her face, and he slid a hand to the buttons hidden behind the flap of his breeches.  He worked them open, one at a time, and Ginny could see him grasping his hard shaft, exposing it to the moist, hot air of the basement.<br/><br/>“Little Cunny Whateley,” he hissed, in an approximation of wit.  “S’what I’m gonna call you.”  He took a step back, kneeling between her legs, forcing them apart.  He took the blade back, drawing the flat of it across her bare thigh, then slid the edge up to her throat.  “I’m gonna teach you to fuck real nice,” he promised.  “So you scream into that gag all you want, but when I tell you to clench up that cunt o’ yours, you do what I tell you to.  Don’t give a damn if it hurts.  I promise it won’t hurt half as bad as if I roll ye on yer belly and fuck ye arseways.”<br/><br/>Then he was drawing the head of his shaft, purple and shadowed, down her belly while he prepared himself to mount her.  He hissed, ready to take what was hers, nearly to her lips when there was the thunderous clatter of footsteps on the stairwell.  Another was coming down, and in a flash John Templeton ,was slipping his hard cock away with a grunt, and hiding the knife in the belt at his back.  He did his best to stand in front of Ginny, to hide her from view, but the torn clothes and the pale legs were impossible to quite conceal.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0d/Natehunter2.png)</div>She caught a glimpse of dark hair, but the thick New York accent was easier to place – the new lawyer in town was decidedly Yankee, with a thick accent and an easy laugh everytime he got called a ‘greenhorn.’  Despite that, he’d seemed affable enough, and Coleman had already had him prosecuting a number of cases in town.<br/>He came to a halt in the doorway, looking a little surprised.  “Oh, Deputy Templeton.  I thought no one was – Coleman had mentioned – “  He thumbed upstairs, then froze at the sight of bare, ivory leg.  Templeton took a step to the side, obscuring her as best he could.<br/><br/>“Nothing to worry yourself on, New York,” drawled Templeton.  “One of the whores from the Casino, and she likes it rough.”  He gave a rough smile of his own, and Nathan leaned, softer brown eyes searching Ginny’s face and seeing the tears stream down her cheeks, her sobbing chest.  His jaw tightened, and the deputy loomed at him, daring him to become involved.  Templeton was a rough, muscular veteran of the west, and Nathan Hunter – Nathan looked every bit the soft, New York lawyer, down to the gun which sat awkwardly on his hip.<br/><br/>There was a moment where he paused, where he looked to the Deputy and the crying woman, where he knew –<em>knew</em>this was going to be trouble.  He could walk away and have a sleepless night and an ally in the Law Dogs, the only friends he’d really made in Gamorra, or…<br/><br/>“I’d say she’s had it rough enough,” said Nathan, his voice soft, nearly a whisper.  The fear was still in his eyes, but he stood straight, and his voice didn’t quaver.  “Let her go.”<br/><br/>Templeton just gave a chuckle.  “That ain’t gonna happen, New York.  Get your ass back upstairs to your courtroom.  This ain’t no business of yours.”  Ginny saw his hand slip back towards the knife in the back of his belt.  “Tell you what, you can have a round with her after I’m done.  Believe me, she’s got it coming to her.”<br/><br/>Nathan’s eyes flashed with anger.  His hands moved to the cuffs of his collared button down, and he slipped off the cufflinks, rolling back his sleeves.  “I don’t think I shall,” he shook his head.  “Release her, or I shall be forced to thrash you – and I should warn you, I studied pugilism at college.”<br/><br/>He raised his fists, turning his thumbs inward and keeping his elbows tucked close to his hips.  Templeton sniggered at the proper stance.  He loosed his grip on the knife, smiling wickedly.  “New York,” he chuckled.  “I been wanting to shove your teeth down your throat since you came to Gamorra.”  He rolled his neck with a crack, beginning to circle the smaller, paler lawyer.  He turned, and winked lewdly to Ginny.<br/><br/>"I'll be with you in a minute, sweetheart."