<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Chestnut.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nell Robinson<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>25 December 1875<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Streets of Gomorra<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tommy Flanagan, Closed<br/><hr/><br/>Wild eyes pleaded with the red headed young man for his help, hopeful at his approach, but not so much when his draw was much less productive than her attacker.  Her own wits were quick though, and she opened her mouth under the meaty palm cutting off most of her air and licked him.<br/><br/>The miner's attention shifted from the red-headed man to her, his hand drawing away and backhanding her roughly.  "You mind yourself, little lady.  I'll deal with you..."<br/><br/>For all the bravado of the young man, Nell wasn't exactly sure if he could lure the miner away and if the outcome would not be the same with a fool of a hero with his head bashed in somewhere in the back streets of the town.  Perhaps here was another way to buy him time...<br/><br/>"Oh, I'm sure you would<em>deal</em>with me, but you haven't the money to<em>pay</em>for me.  And I'm sure your boss might think about it, but then<em>he'd</em>have the privilege and not you..."