<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e4/Natehunter.png/437px-Natehunter.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nathan Hunter<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Senior Deputy (Law Dogs)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Street<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Margeurite, Open<br/><hr/><br/>He held out his arm until she'd taken it.  The suspension bridge was relatively narrow - wooden planks long enough for two to cross at a time, with each holding onto a thick rope.  It swayed as they walked, and the lawman held the rope carefully.  Plenty of drunken miners had met their end simply crossing out of Gomorra, though the bridge had proven the occasional blessing to law enforcement, when criminals had feared to flee across the bridge.<br/><br/>He nodded, looking over when she clung to him.  He wasn't so enamored of heights himself that the trip across wasn't a small test of nerves, but he'd made the passage often enough it was<em>almost</em>becoming de rigeur.<strong>"Very bad,"</strong>he said.<strong>"Coleman's been keeping this place safe and law abiding for years.  Relatively.  The other boomtowns... most anyone with a pistol is law.  I'm not saying we don't have a gunfight in the streets, from time to time... but we don't have vigilance posses, we don't have gunfights in saloons and casinos, and the gangs keep us at a distance.  Folks get a fair trial, here, and that's not true many places in the west."</strong><br/><br/>He continued to thread his way.<strong>"And Bilton's... Bilton's a tough man, but maybe not perfect for the job."</strong>It was against his nature to speak poorly of another lawman.  Even bad lawmen were better than no law at all, if only just.<strong>"But no one is, really.  Whoever follows him's going to have big shoes to fill.  The Raiders, the Maze Rats, keeping Sweetrock from completely owning the town."</strong><br/><br/>He paused, and pointed at a row of houses behind Main Street, off of the 'Strip' of businesses, hotels, and saloons that clogged the immedite entryway from the mainland.<strong>"You don't want to stay here.  All the tourists get fleeced, here.  Stay away from the southwest - that's the miner's area, right by Soddom.  If you do have to go in, bring a hired gun, or a - "</strong>He paused, and smiled.<strong>"Or a friendly face who knows their way around a pistol.  Northwest is all the old money homes.  Folks with profitable businesses or mines pulling up ghostrock regular.  Hotels there are nice.  Reputable.</strong>"  He paused, thoughtful.<strong>"If you need a place to sleep until your... straightened out, you can stay at my home.  I have an extra bedroom, and I... honestly don't expect I'll be getting any sleep for a few days.  If Nash's running for election. someone's gonna need to keep the streets safe."</strong><br/><br/>He still offered her a gentlemanly escort through the town, even if she no longer needed to cling to him over the bridge.<strong>"Shall I escort you somewhere?"</strong>