<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/Marcus_zps2f02e61d.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Marcus "Ghost" Walker<br/><strong>Date:</strong><br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>June 17th, 1874 (2 years before start date IC)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Casino Morongo<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Clean Clothes, (http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/Marcus2_zps8073be05.jpg) Recently bathed and facial hair trimmed.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Mary Lou Whateley<br/><hr/><br/>The Month of June left its mark on Marcus's back after his day's ride into town. His back was drenched in sweat and the dust clung to him like a second skin. He had no business in town, he had come to Gammora two weeks earlier to unload the pelts and hides from the spring hunt. The summer was normally spent with less emphasis on hunting and more time down at Ghostwalker's lands by the river ,to ward off the heat. Once in a while he came in for a drink and a romp with one of the saloon girls when the "urgin'" surfaced.<br/><br/>That day he had some business to discuss and no one in town could help him but those with connections back east. Getting face to face with any of the "upper crust" of the city was near impossible except for one. Ginny Whateley, scion of the Whateley family and notorious poker player. Marcus was not a poker player but he needed her help and the best way to approach Ginny was by sitting at her table.<br/><br/>Marcus spent his time in the baths cleaning up and changing into a fresh pair of clothes, the rest of his clothes left with the local chink who ran the corner laundry operation. He knew he could find two things at Casino Morongo, a good drink and Ms. Ginny. The thought of burning his money to speak with the woman did not sit well with him, but it had to be done. Once inside the casino, he bought himself a bottle at the bar and made his way to one of the emptying seats at Ginny's table.<br/>"Evening Ms. Whateley."<br/>The man greeted respectfully, before pulling out a the stack of dollars he was willing to gamble away that evening. While he waited to join in on a game he poured himself a drink and knocked it back quickly.