<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/WNjJJwF.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jonathan "Gray"<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Tuesday, May 2nd 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning, just after sunrise<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Streets of Gomorra, entering the New Moon Saloon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>He hadn't slept for a whole day.  Not after the nightmare.<br/><br/>Rolling forward in the saddle clutching his face, he blinked hard and tried not to shiver in place telling himself over and over again it was just another dream.  Another night terror he'd known since forever.  He didn't even remember a time where he hadn't had a terrifying night at least once every few months, but in the past few years it had steadily increased to once a month.<br/><br/>Now?  This was the second week in a row.  Perfect.  Just when things couldn't get any worse.  He was already a little paranoid thinking someone from the troupe would follow him, or that the Confederacy would care enough to send a Ranger hot on his trail.  He didn't need this on top of everything.  To make things worse he was totally out of ammunition, having used the last to scare off some coyotes a few nights ago.  Now all he had was his sabre, wrapped in leather and slung around his shoulder.  It was too fine and the silver would catch the sun - so he was relieved to see the town of Gomorra on the horizon.<br/><br/>He cut an elegant if a little roughened figure on his fine horse and exquisite suit.  A man with money from a distance, and hopefully now that he was in town someone not foolishly mugged for the hundred dollars in his pocket.  He took one man's hands for that sleight already, and hoped not to sour his relations with this new town that quickly with violence.  If all went well he could live here, hide here, and just maybe find that peace of mind that could stop the nightmares.<br/><br/>Hitching his tired horse he cleared his throat as he entered through the saloon doors, he hoped for a nice drink to quench his thirst and maybe learn a thing or two about the town.  An interesting place - he could swear he saw the words London on a sign back there... no, couldn't be.