<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Christian_Bale_Cowboy_3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Christian “Spooky” Specter<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 2nd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Pre-dawn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha Dunwich’s Home<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><hr/><br/>Two things surprised Christian at that point in time. One, Agatha had a gun leveled at him. The way he remembered things, that was very unusual for her. Two, she jumped on him. It rocked him back, but that slight smile he had graced her with a moment before turned into a confused half-chuckle. Her embrace was well received, as he had missed her something terrible. There were three women in his life he thought about daily; his mother, his sister, and Agatha, who he considered as much a sister as any relative. He had not heard from his mother or sister in years now, mail just had trouble finding him. Agatha he had seen as recently as a year or so ago, and his adoration of the lass had not changed a bit.<br/><br/>“Now, a fella could get used ta a welcomin’ like that,” Christian drawled. That slight smile was there again, but the way he looked at her spoke volumes on his joy, “I hope I didn’ wake ya. ‘course, if I remember thinks right, you always were up till the dawn fiddlin’ with one thing or ‘nother.” He gave her a quick wink, then scooped her back up into another hug. Christian was not a touchy-feely kind of guy, but when it came to Agatha, his nature changed somewhat. He was, for the lack of a better word, happy. The constant itch in his head to hunt for that Man in Black muted when he focused on caring for his little sis Agatha, be it cooking stew for supper, carrying a heavy load, or keeping unsavory types from her, it made him rest easy. At least for a time.<br/><br/>“I got a favor ta ask, Aggy,” Christian spoke, his voice heavy with the ever-present growl, “I’ma be ‘round for a spell, could use a bunk. Got any room?” The trepidation in his voice spoke he was embarrassed to even ask. Normally, he would have grabbed a room at the saloon while he investigated the sighting of the Man in Black, but the Maze was an expensive place to take up the hunt. His last job, hunting down some bandits for the local law, had gone sour with the locals stiffing him for the reward money as he had not brought back any survivors to be tried and hung, just gunned them down.<br/><br/>His cash on hand was running thin, and Fate had chosen to bring him to Agatha’s doorstep. He remembered walking her towards the edge of town, where they parted ways last time. The Man in Black had been spotted north in Shan Fan, so he had been able to spend some weeks traveling with Agatha, but Gomorra was where they parted ways. It had been a day of notable sadness for the stoic killer, the first real companionship of any kind he had had in years slipping away as he continued the hunt.<br/><br/>“I understand, ‘course, if ya don’t. I can set up camp outside ‘a town. You know me, Spooky aint got not problem sleepin’ under the stars,” Christian gave her a wink, and a way out. He knew he could be dour company to have around, so he would not blame her if she turned him away.<br/>