Sarah Beth fielded the bag of money, then spent a little bit of time putting it inside the waist of her brown breeches and tucked her shirt over it.  It made an uncomfortable lump, but she didn't think anyone could get to it without her knowing.  In addition to a brown satchel she wore at her left hip with the strap over the opposite shoulder, Sarah Beth had on a heavy grey wool and leather coat, her hat and had a kerchief knotted around her neck.  She carried no pistol, but had an old double-barreled scattergun cradled in her arms.  It hadn't been cut down and was likely as long as Isi was tall.  Bits of rust showed on the barrel and the wood was heavily scarred.<br/><br/>"Captain," she said and raised her hand to the brim of her hat.  Sarah Beth walked down the ramp and stood just for a moment at the bottom, rubbing first one foot then the other against the dirt.  "Feels right," she told Isi, then smiled.<br/><br/>"How good are you at bargaining someone down?  I got too honest a face and don't care for it much.  Seems wrong somehow," she told Isi.