<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Nicodemus..png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nicodemus Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Grandma's Favorite (Whateley Faction)<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>Marguerite Tuerny, Deacon Sloan, notices Harley, open<br/><hr/><br/>Nicodemus watched her for a moment then slipped his hand back into his pocket.  He was neither surprised nor offended by her decision not to touch him.  Nor did the polite smile leave his face or falter.  He let the subject drop without a hint of... well, anything.<br/><br/>Again, Nicodemus shrugged, not at all bothered by her announcement.  It didn't seem as though he cared at all that she spoke up about Hunter.  “I'm sure he will do what he feels is right.”  Though, inwardly amused, he gives nothing away.  Clearly, the new woman in town was bothered by far more than just the sheriff.<br/><br/>He watched her walk away without comment.  It wasn't the first nor would it be the last time that someone walked away from Nicodemus and, each time it happened, he was privately amused.<br/><br/>“Enjoy your evening, Mr. Sloan.”  He said to the casino owner before continuing his casual stroll along main street.