<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Corky.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cordelia “Corky” Hendricks<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Law Dogs<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nathan Hunter’s House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Letty<br/><hr/>All told, the openin’ night of Babel’s Tower hadn’t been near as much trouble as Corky had suspected it was gonna be.  Sure, there’d been that fella Christian had shot, but that had simmered more folks down than riled ‘em up, and might have sobered up a few folks enough that they hadn’t gone heading for the bridge.  She’d gotten Charlie to sit on the bridge to Soddom, and then taken the main bridge herself.  There’d been a few people she’d had to toss into the clink, but mostly they’d been so drunk that puttin’ one foot in front of the other was more the issue than actually reasonin’ with ‘em.  By the end of the night they had a full cell and no one seemed to have wandered themselves down a hundred feet of mesa for a late night swim, so she was happy.<br/><br/>Tired, but happy.  She’d forgotten all about Avery’s cute little girlfriend by then, and so let herself in late.  There was always a little pang whenever she came into Hunter’s home; she’d loved to hear his stories about how the day had gone, or spill her own, and there were times when she opened the door and… forgot.<br/><br/>She wrinkled her nose, and dipped her head, running her hands through her hair.  The place felt big and lonely without the other Law Dog, and she nibbled her lip as she left a trail of clothes from the living room up the stairs.  Standing in the cold by the bridge for the better part of the afternoon and evening had left her stiff and sore, and by the she’d made it to her room she was already mostly undressed.  She blinked at the lump in her bed, for a moment forgetting all about the promise to let Letty stay.<br/><br/><em>Well, I didn’t mean in mah bed!</em>She wrinkled her nose with indignation, then shrugged.<em>Bet it’s probably warm as all get-out, though.</em>She lifted a blanket and a dark wave of hair long enough to make sure it was the woman from earlier, and then wandered round to the other side of the bed and tugged back the blankets and slid in next to her.  The coccoon of warmth was a welcome luxury after a night in the cold desert air, and she wrapped an arm around her new friend’s waist and snuggled against her backside.<br/><br/>It was kinda peculiar to be the big spoon.  When she was a young’un she’d always been the little spoon.  The cabin she’d grown up in with her pa had been small, and they’d shared a bed, but she’d always been the little spoon.<br/><br/>Still, it didn’t take more than a second or three of contemplation, and then she closed her eyes and was sound asleep.<br/>