<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Josh_Brolin_True_Grit.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Christian “Spooky” Spectre<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 13th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ginny Whateley’s Home<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ginny Whateley<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>It was another miserable day in Gomorra, or at least it was for Christian. It was not exactly hot outside, not yet, but it was warm enough that being in his duster was annoying. Not wearing the duster was an option Christian considered for only a moment, then the wind picked up blowing dust and sand into his face. Living outside of town in his tent was something Christian was well used to, as he often could not afford a more sheltered residence moving from place to place. Now, unfortunately, Christian was having trouble affording to even eat.<br/><br/>Which brought Christian to the situation he was at now, walking to Ginny Whateley’s manor. It was the closest thing to a palace Christian had ever seen, and that made Ginny Whateley one of the richest women he had ever known. That was one reason he was making the visit to see Ginny today. One of a few different reasons. Christian considered her a friend, if not a close one, and she had invited her to his home. It would have been rude to not come. She was also a mystifying creature to the grizzled gunslinger. A young woman with more gusto, courage, and balls than any man who had tried to face him down on the street. Yet, as far as Christian could tell, she held no martial abilities at all. What a mystifying creature!<br/><br/>Impressed was not the word Christian would have used about the place Ginny called home. Money and the art of having a lot of it were not impressive to Christian, but it was something he certainly respected. Being and becoming rich was something that did necessitate some amount of skill, and that was respectable. Still, being lavish and gaudy with that wealth was a bit odd. To Christian it seemed a lot like being the first to draw, a lot like playing with your cards turned up. If, however, that was how Ginny wanted to be, that was fine with Christian. It was dangerous, and that made it ballsy. And Ginny definitely had balls.<br/><br/>As Christian ascended the pathway to her door, he gave a heavy sigh. He hated being a beggar, but it was a situation he found himself in more and more often these days. Wandering the West was something that did not afford itself to steady employment. Christian usually found work with the local law, even if they just paid him for his reputation that kept trouble at bay. Bilton and Christian did not exactly get along, however. Christian barely considered Bilton above a common bandit, let alone leader of the local law. Truth be told, Christian would casually gun the man down if he would only have the guts to draw first. So, that left Christian making his way to Ginny so that he might get a job.  Christian was a proud man, but he would beg if he had too. Find The Man in Black was too important to be halted from a lack of funds.<br/><br/>Christian removed his hat, taking the venerable Stetson in hand, and rapped a couple times on the front door. “Ms. Whateley,” Christian called out, his gravelly tone not quite as echoing as he might have intended, “Its Christian, are you around?”<br/>