<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Chestnut.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nell Robinson<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>20 May 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>after midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Golden Mare<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Big Jake, Scooter, Matthew Ford, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>As she hit the ground rather roughly, the thought occurred that maybe the big man wasn't so bad after all, but she had no time to ponder on it, or thank him or God for whatever reprieve it might be.  Too few miracles and a lot of strange things going on, and it was all she could do to scrabble to her feet and dance away despite the burning in her gut and the terror boiling there besides.  Her eyes darted between the men and the closed door to Judge Warwick's humble home and she bolted the other way, though the Mountain's mercy was blazoned in her mind.  Whatever fate he had spared her from, she was grateful.<br/><br/>Running down the main thoroughfare in the black of night in naught but her shift, the firey-haired<em>whore</em>cried out for help, for what little good it might do at this hour.  Even most of her 'sisters' at Miss Greene's had sent their late customers on their merry way back to whatever wife they might have back in their homes.  Only she and the two men seemed to be the occupants of the town, but she hoped to goodness someone else was awake...someone that might not scold her as Tommy seemed to do, but even his scolding would be welcome at this hour if he just let her tuck up and sleep safely...just the once.