<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Doom%20Town/lg_492d6579-7614-4f3b-bc84-fda41030b5da_1217491714_donna_feldman-17_zpsb9e34e83.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Harley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown to the public<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha’s Occidental Delights<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha<hr/>The woman known to some only as Harley ambled along with a long legged swagger not commonly seen in those of the female persuasion. Dusty boots and trousers, not to mention a work shirt that had seen better days, let her blend in easily enough so long as she minded where she stepped. Harley tended to err on the side of caution where she could so that usually wasn't much of a problem. Or it hadn't been until yesterday anyhow. Her thoughts flashed to Rita and the whole scene over at the Golden Mare and she could only shake her head, a muted snort of laughter slipping free as she tried again to puzzle out how she'd gotten herself swept along into all of that. Didn't much make sense to her but then she was a sucker for a pretty face.<br/><br/>Harley had not but $2 to her name so there was no particular destination in mind as she moved along but then, that was nothin new with her. Her days were pretty much given to wandering and as such she'd made her way around much of the mesa as well as those surrounding. Funny thing was, even with as long as she'd been around this place she could count on her fingers the number of people in town who knew her name... well, the one she answered to anyhow. It was amusing to the native Texan, but it wasn't something she was much lookin' to change. Life round here was slow for her and that was the way she liked it. To many people got to thinkin' they knew you and trouble always seemed to follow.<br/><br/>Course, trouble seemed to be brewing for sure in Gomorrah what with the Sheriff's death and all. Funny thing was, to Harley's ears things seemed almost quiet on this particular evening. Almost too quiet. Which of course almost never meant anything good in her mind but then again, what did she know. She wasn't stupid but neither did she have one a them fancy type educations. Likely it was just boredom gettin to her, makin her restless and even edgy.<br/><br/>Focused inward as she was, Harley was surprised when she looked up to find herself coming toward the fancy part of town. A frown tried to pull at her and she almost turn right around but for some reason she resisted the urge and kept moving along until she came upon a couple boys takin' in the sights. She didn't really sneak up, they just weren't paying attention as she stopped just behind them to see what they were busy admirin. Unable to help herself, her eyes followed the length of that outstretched leg and she had to admit it certainly was a mighty fine view to take in. The gleam of that copper hair caught her attention though and instantly called to mind the image of a sly little fox.<br/><br/>Grinning suddenly she cleared her throat from behind the boys and angled her gaze down at them, "You boys needin' somethin' from the good scientist there?" Her brow arched for a moment, hoping they'd take the hint and scram, before she looked back up to Agatha and moved closer. Tilting her head back, she called up in amusement, "Is the air better up there or somethin' Miss?"