Clara eyed Sara for a moment, studying her. She wasn't one much for giving out charity, but the redhead could be her ticket out of town, or at least lead her to one. "All right. You can stay with me the night. I've got myself a room at the brothel, second floor. I've been doing some work to pay for it." Her cheeks blushed a little as she realized how that sounded, and she rushed on, "Not that I'm whorin'; I've been teaching the girls their letters. Sutton'll have the best educated whores in the west soon enough."<br/><br/>"And as for the papers, well, the law in Texas doesn't much care about what the governor of the this territory has to say. Seperate states, seperate systems. If you want one for Texas or Missouri though, I could do those too. Still would need the right seals and them being well, where they are it's a lot harder to grab than one for here."<br/><br/>"Think about it though, if you happen to run across a little extra I mean. Paper like that could be the difference between riding off free and swinging from a tree." Clara told her new friend, grinning to herself over her unintended rhyme.<br/><br/>When she saw John returning Clara sat back in her chair and dropped the topic of the papers. "Just a bit of girl talk is all, and helping Miss O'Dovovan with her lodgings. Nice dog by the way." She pauses to sip at her drink again, "So Mr. Garrett, you said you were planning on leaving town soon?"