<strong>Guinevera Starr, out and about in Oasis, heading to the General Store | Day 2, Noon to Early Afternoon</strong><br/><br/>Along the path that led down to the town of Oasis, were places where the Mexican workers employed at the Saloon and their families made their homes. Able to use the surplus materials that were used to the construct and renovate the saloon, they built their homes around the saloon so that they too can make a living in the desert. During the weekdays, Guinevera would come to the certain homes where her saloon girls lived. She would pay a visit to each one, usually to get an early riser to come to work, or to decide if the girls are either too ill to come to work, or too tired from the weekend to do their job. With the excess of girls working as saloon girls (who usually waited and bussed tables), the Saguaro Saloon wasn't in need of basic worker. What it did need was those who would sacrifice a life of settling down to provide the dirtier services of a well-known brothel.<br/><br/>The visit to the town's residents usually took out one or two hours of her time of work and it was usual at the start of the week for Guinevera to be in the town running a number of errands, though rarely some were of the personal matter. She was purposefully going into town to approach the Marshal and apologize for last night.<br/><br/>She carefully walked on the dusty, packed-dirt road that sloped into town. Upon the first buildings she would come to would be the church. Though mostly empty during the week, the priest who lived their would always have his confession booth open for anyone wanted to get the burden of sin off their chests. But to Guinevera, she thought that to get the burden off of her chest was to go directly to the one she wronged ... or so she thought.<br/><br/>Across from the church was the general store, owned and run by a Chinaman, Mr. Wang. He was one of the town's oldest residents and he pretty much knew everybody, considering he was the only one in town who sold most of the items that the locals and customers use in their travels and daily living. He certainly would know if the Marshal was around or not, since the Sheriff's Office was right next his humble establishment.<br/><br/>Guinevera made her way to the shaded porch of the General Store and headed to the front door. She peeked inside, finding Mr. Wang behind the counter and a man with furs in his arms across from him. It looked like a transaction was going on. Not wanting to interrupt, she simply walked in, careful not to make too loud of a thud on the floorboards in her heeled boots. Once though the threshold, she had noticed a girl in a black outfit browsing the stores goods. She couldn't really make out who she was.