<div class="floatleft">(https://i-h2.pinimg.com/564x/11/c8/24/11c824175535546e73a3792a2ad57518.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Rose "Pretty Hawk"<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lovely Maiden</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Just the dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/1f/d1/b6/1fd1b6e38459aab08f6e6be17ecbf266--saloon-girl-costumes-wild-west-party.jpg)</div></div> and <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">these boots</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.cattlekate.com/assets/store/products/cropped/jacquelyn_blkrs_front.jpg)</div></div> Hair is styled like in her picture.</div></div><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lola's Saloon<br/><br/><strong>Time of day: </strong>Evening<br/><br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Lola, Desmond, Mr. Peters, Joseph Miller and Tom Horn.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Robert, open.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><strong>{Robert}</strong>"I already have a table," he told her, letting his hands drift away from his hips with fingers splayed out, a subtle but noticeably gesture to let her know that he wasn't planning on doing anything to her, "so I would appreciate something to drink. Perhaps you could bring a glass of your best ale, please?"<br/><br/>“I… yes, of course” Rose replied, unable to refuse him as he’d done nothing untoward just yet… though she wasn’t going to let her guard down, he did after all arrive with that rugged looked ruffian type fellow. Miss Lola always told her to be cautious of unfamiliar men, there were too many round these parts that wouldn’t hesitate to violate an Indian maiden and leave her with a baby in her belly without a single thought for her welfare. She was just an injun to those types after all.<br/><br/>Ignorant filth, Miss Lola called those kind of men.<br/><br/>Delicately clearing her throat to steady her nerves as she scurried off to fetch that ale for him, Rose reassured herself this man would just be a normal customer as per usual and there was nothing to fear, the regular male customers would protect her if that changed… and then her saloon sisters would be stomping a man’s face in. They protected their own here at Lola’s.<br/><br/>She returned to the table a short time later and slid a tankard full of the saloon’s best ale, as he requested, in front of him “Here you are, the best ale Lola’s has to offer. Can I get you anything else?”<br/><br/><strong>{Robert}</strong>"Thanks," he said as he reached for the glass offered to him. "May I ask your name...your tribal name, I mean? My English name is Robert, but among the Shoshone, I was known as White Bear."<br/><br/>She hesitated as he made this request, her heart beating a furious rhythm in her chest as her mind drifted back to her old life, her peaceful joyful existence with her people… and how it all ended in gunshots, screams and blood… but she pushed it all down for now, buried it deep, deep down and responded to Robert’s question “Miss Lola gave me the name Rose, she was worried my Shoshone name might antagonize townsfolk still reluctant to accept me… or downright refusing, but it’s alright, I kind of like that Miss Lola thinks of me as a beautiful desert rose… but um anyway, my Shosone name is Pretty Hawk…”<br/><br/>This man… he certainly did fill a girl with confusing mixed feelings… on one hand, she wasn’t sure it was safe to trust him… and then on the other one, he was one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen and it made her innocent little virgin body bloom with a strange foreign warmth…<br/><br/>Men like him… men that made a woman’s heart flutter and her body grow hot… a woman needed to be keeping her wits about her… that was for sure...<br/>