Sara is about to reply to Clara's question when Emma comes out of the saloon. "Why not. We should form a gang, call ourselves the three Ahs!" She replies, then answers Clara. "Yeah, pro'lly a good idea. Then mebee we could sit an' plan what we're gonna do..."<br/><br/>A low whistle brings the big stallion from the hitching post - the reins draped loosely over it instead of tied on. She picks them up. "Raven, meet Clara. Clara is a friend. Understand?" The horse snorted and nodded. "Clara, pat Raven's nose, so he gets your sent. Then he wont kick you or bite you unless you try to get on him!"<br/><br/>Raven is, to all intents and purposes, unbroken. Sara had taken him from the wild herself, broken him herself using the Indian techniques she learned from her first lover, a squaw called Eats Three Fishes. But he is very, very bright. He knows four classes of people besides his owner - Enemies will be attacked without hesitation. Strangers will be ignored unless they came too close. Friends will be tolerated unless they try to mount him, and close friends are given the same privilege as Sara.<br/><br/>As they walk to the Hotel, Sara asked "You ever robbed a bank, Clara, honey?" The question is almost rhetorical as she promptly answers it herself. "Nah, you dun't look th' type. I'm bettin' you're some sorta card sharp, aintcha?" She turned to Emma. "We better keep our eyes open 'round this'un, sweetie!"