<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Kinzie2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kinzie.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Prospector Saloon<br/><strong>Disposition:</strong>tired and bored<br/><br/>Bighorner balls and Brahmin tits. Sometimes, Kinzie thought the whole world was nothing but Bighorner balls and Brahmin tits, occasionally dotted with yucca or sage. She'd never been anywhere but Goodsprings in her whole life long.  Well, maybe Ma and Pa found her out by the long road like they did some of the other kids, but if so she didn't recollect anything about that.  She hoped they found her and she wasn't one of theirs, because... Well, it was better that way.<br/><br/>She finished the milking and checked on the bighorners, noting the healthy size of the two yearlings - they were almost ready for slaughter, which was a nasty messy business but that business kept her and Pa and the kids fed.  Ma too, until she got the radiation and died three years back.  Pa would be honing up the knives any day now, she thought as she carefully stowed the precious Brahmin milk in a mismatched collection of colorful glass bottles and urns.  After feeding Pa and all the kids, there'd be little of the white liquid to hock down at the saloon, but the precious caps she collected from the milk was the only hard money the family saw.  Most of the boys were out gathering, the girls - even baby Cindy - were about the place fixing and crafting, and Pa... well, she never knew what Pa was doing except that he was always busy providing.<br/><br/>Even with all the kids no one went really hungry in their family, and Pa - bless his generous heart - was a soft touch for any stranger wandering into town with their belt buckled up some notches too tight.   That's why she had to hide the caps from him.  He'd most likely give them away staking some prospector, or buy everyone in the saloon more beer than they needed. Speaking of beer - the last batch of yucca mash was most likely done fermenting and ready to water down and bottle for Trudy - if Pa and the boys didn't drink it all up before it got bottled.  Not just them either - she had to smile - she drank her share, or half a share anyway.<br/><br/>Beer brought even more money than the milk, only Pa sold the beer so she couldn't hide those caps from him and his over-generous nature.  Most likely that was where he was, out in the shack testing the mash.<strong>"Pa"</strong>She opened the creaky door,<strong>"I'm going down to the Saloon to sell the gathers and the milk."</strong>Only Pa wasn't in the mash shack, and that made her frown.  It wasn't like Pa to neglect his work, especially work involving a new batch of beer.<br/><br/>No mind, she had to go down anyway, an Maggie had things well in hand keeping house.  The boys were coming in and the girls were setting up and everything was going as smoothly as it did every day, day after day after day.  Hauling a pail only half full of milk and a bag of yucca bananas and a few other gathered staples, she trod her way down the slope and to the saloon.  Walking in the side door she stowed the small stock<strong>"Better than usual day."</strong>She informed Trudy.<strong>"Pa bring in the beer?"</strong>She asked, though a quick scan of the customer area gave her answer enough - he wasn't out there.<br/><br/>Just the usual usuals, and the usual couple of drifters.  There were always a few strangers in town, but they were mostly the same even when the faces were new.  She spotted a hard-looking woman lounging in a corner like she owned the place, which pretty well explained Trudy's fouler than usual mood as well as her distraction - with most of her attention on the stranger's dirty feet she hardly argued about quality or price at all!  Kinzie smirked. drawing enjoyment from the temperamental woman's upset.  She was still smirking when she caught the stranger's eye, though she let her gaze drift past after only a moment's eye contact.