"Nice ta meetcha Clara."<br/><br/>Sara rolled her eyes. "Honey, you sure ain't looked in the right places. Most town marshals've got my face on their wall... Mind you, I do tend tu wear a mask..." She grinned. "Not many Oirish gals wi' flame-red hair holdin' up banks an' stages though!"<br/><br/>Her ears perked up at the mention of a fake free pardon. "Now that sounds int'restin! Would it hold water out side the ter'tory, though? Ah mean, if Ah went back tu Texas, or M'sourii, would Ah be able tu use it tu get outa jail free?" She knew there was something crooked about this woman.<br/><br/>She shrugged then, as Clara mentioned the price. "Honey, reason Ah'm leavin' town is cos Ah'm plumb outta cash! Ah've barely got enough fer a grubstake ta get me outta th' Stretch. In fact, if I pay fer mah hotel room t'night, Ah won't have!"<br/><br/>She grinned. "Mebbe you could help me out thar? Mebbe put me up fer th' night?"