<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/Marguerite_Tuerny02.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 2, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the road to Vigilance Ranch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nathan Hunter, Closed<br/><hr/>His past was full of hear-ache and loss.  Just like hers.  The details were very different of course, but the pain felt the same.<strong>"She loved you."</strong>She didn't have to ask - the woman crossed a continent with him, leaving her family behind.  She held on to him as they rode.  She listened to the hoof beats and and the sound of his heart, and she listened to his rambling until he apologized once too often.<br/><br/><strong>"What?"</strong>She asked, staring at him as turned not-quite toward her.<strong>"Now listen here."</strong>She didn't know how to put it gently, and besides she didn't really want to.<strong>"You. Did. NOT. Rape. Me!"</strong>She emphasized each word, making sure he heard every one before she shot out the next.<strong>"You bought a whore, and you got what you paid for."</strong>Hastily, she put a finger to his lips before he could protest.<strong>"Whore.  Not a life I chose, but that is what I am."</strong>Or was - maybe she could escape from it.<strong>"You can't rape a whore, Lawman."</strong>She told him.  Not really true, but when you got exactly what you paid for and no more it might be a crime, but it wasn't rape.<br/>