Clare looked down at the unconscious teller, weapon in hand, trying to decide what to do. After her initial hesitation she shook her head and put  her weapon away. "I'm no cold blooded killer," she muttered to herself before walking out after Sara.<br/><br/>She watched the other lady hop up onto her horse and stood nearby, "So... what's the plan? Stay in town? Leave? And if we leave, where do we go? We don't have any provisions and got nowhere to go. I don't even have a horse."