<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/Marguerite_Tuerny02.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 2, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Vigilance Ranch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nathan Hunter, Closed<br/><hr/>He was right of course, you could rape a whore.  But then, that is not what he'd done.  As he kissed her hand, she gave him a gracious chaste smile.<strong>"You are too kind."</strong>She drawled out in her deeply feminine voice, the Baltimore accent hinting rather than proclaiming proximity to the South.  They traveled through the night, silently for the most part, and she pulled herself close to him several times, mostly to prop him up.  He was a strong man, but he'd been through a lot and dehydration and fatigue were taking their toll.  Despite his knowledge of the area, she was the one that first spotted the lights of Vigilance ranch.  She suspected the horse carried them more of its own accord than following any recent guidance from her tin-star knight-errant.<br/><br/>But he was up and able when they arrived - insisting again that he help her down off the horse.  They must have made a strange pair walking in, the wounded lawman and the pretty girl dressed as a Chinese Cooley.  She let him do the talking, though she did insist on one room, with two pitchers of water.  It was not with the least amorous intent that she did so, but rather her desire - her need - not to be alone.  She was so tired, but she was afraid to go to sleep.  Her parents died almost four years ago now, and for months after she'd had the most horrific nightmares about that day.  Occasionally, they would return to plague her sleep, but not with any frequency and never with any warning.  But after today - after the images she saw in those clouds.  And after everything that had happened...  She didn't want to sleep, and she particularly didn't want to be alone.<br/><br/>So they shared a room, and she made him drink. She made him drink all the water he wanted, and then she cajoled him to drink a few glasses more.  She cleansed his wound and saw that it was properly bandaged with clean linen, and then she put him to bed while she sat on a chaise-like chair and watched.  She wasn't sure where the chair originated, but it looked French, and it was upholstered - though it could certainly use some more padding.  She sat and she watched and she thought and she avoided sleep for as long as she could, but eventually the demon slumber overtook her, and she nodded off, perchance to dream...<br/>