Clara in her examining the bar had surrepticiously listened in to the conversation between Sara and John. She'd heard the names and knew that John at least was wanted. For a brief moment she considered pulling out her revolver and shooting him while his back was turned. Given his reputation he undoubtedly would do the same with no hesitation. Before greed could cause her to act, her brain kicked in. Sutton was the back end of nowhere, half the town was wanted for something somewhere and nobody would take kindly to shooting someone in the back in a place like that.<br/><br/>Taking her half empty glass Clara crossed the floor in tow of the other two. As she sat she offered her hand to the both of them, introducing herself properly.<br/><br/>"Thank your for inviting me to the table, and for offering a drink, I'll take you up on that I'm sure." She smiled charmingly at the two of them her blue eyes sparkling.<br/><br/>"Well, I've been in town a few weeks. Ran across some trouble and I ended up with a bullet in my side. The man who shot me ended up with worse by the way. Anyway, we were in the middle of nowhere so I hopped on my horse and after I don't know how long ended up here. I spent the last two weeks getting back on my feet. Lost my horse though. Poor thing dropped dead the day after we made it here." She took a sip of her drink, and glanced from one to the other. She knew the man was dangerous, the woman probably so as well, so she knew to tread carefully no need to get herself shot again after having just narrowly avoided death.<br/><br/>"So, what brings the both of you to Sutton? And for the love of God don't say 'a horse', that got worn out the first fifteen times I heard it," Clara remarked.