<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f2/Beardycox.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Avery Burnam<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Law Dogs (1)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nathan Hunter's House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Letty<br/><hr/><br/><br/>[continued from Babel's Tower]<br/><br/>"Well, well, not too bad Mr. Hunter…"<br/><br/>Doubtless crime paid in Gomorra, Avery wouldn't have settled on this town if he hadn't believed that, but it seemed the law made out well enough too.  The missing deputy's house had a lovely view, and if not extravagant, the house was more than adequate for a bachelor's needs.  It put the dingy cot behind his town office to shame that was certain.  Not that purchasing a home in Gomorra was exactly high on Avery's list.  Still, he could appreciate another man's success.<br/><br/>"Careful of the last step.  There you are.  Very good," he coaxed as he led Letty through the front door, letting her lean her weight on him for support when needed.  Finding her an open seat in the living room off the foyer, the Englishman did a quick circuit of the house.  He spent perhaps a bit longer than strictly necessary glancing at the legal texts in the office and studying the rather eye-catching map with all the pins stuck it in.  His agency could certainly use one of those, he reflected, wondering just how much one would set him back.<br/><br/>By the time he'd returned to Letty he'd laid out one of the upstairs bed, taking down a few coverlets from the closet and shaking out the pillows, as well as drawing fresh water from the pump in the courtyard outside.  "Drink," he instructed, handing her a glass, "and then we'll see you upstairs and you can get some needed rest.  Unless you'd prefer the couch down here, Miss Sanchez."<br/>