<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Sarah.jpg)</div><br/>The sun was beginning to steadily get hotter, she could feel it on the back of her neck, through the hat that shrouded the glaring orb from her face. A bandanna of dark blue was worn over her nose and mouth to prevent the sand and dust of the desert to coat her nose and throat as she breathed. The upper part of her face masked by the beige grains and giving her an ominous appearance. As worn out as she was, Sarah still rode high in her saddle. She would never display an ounce of weakness again to any one. The town of Oasis rose before her and she was grateful for the sight of it.<br/><br/>The last town she had entered two days prior had been of little help other than directing her here. The Castle brothers had headed this way and she could only hope that they were still in the area. It seemed one of them was awfully sweet on a girl from the Saloon and Sarah had every intention of going there after stopping by the sheriff's office first. It was always her first port of call in every town but not to see the sheriff or any deputy, merely instead to look at the wanted posters to see just how far the reach of those three had gone.<br/><br/>It took her another twenty minutes to ride into town, her chestnut stallion's head drooping with want of water. The stables would have to be her first priority it seemed and so taking the horse without a name directly there, she tossed a few dollars to the stable boy to make sure the stallion was well fed, watered and groomed. Taking her saddle bags she swung it over her shoulder and walked out into the mid-day sun.<br/><br/>It beat down mercilessly as if warning her it took no prisoners, only the weak and she was far from weak. Removing the bandanna from her face she dipped it into the water trough before the stables and gave it a good soaking, wiping the dirt of the desert clean from her face. It felt good and she had to stop herself from sipping from the sodden rag to parch her thirst. Her dry throat would get its fill at the Saloon but for now her feet moved her in the direction of the sheriff's building.<br/><br/>A few men lingering outside the tavern stepped forward to look at her closely, it was an unusual sight to see a woman dressed in man's trousers, wearing boots and spurs and seemingly only a poncho over that. The wind stirred it enough for them to glimpse bare flesh beneath. One chewed the butt of his cigar off, another pushed his hat high while another still scratched his balls. They all thought one thing, 'trouble'.<br/><br/>Sarah stood outside the building looking at the wanted posters. Her gaze did not waver once, those particular faces she sought were as familiar to her now as her own, she would never ever forget them. They were not on the board. Incredulous she stared a moment longer, why weren't they wanted here and just about every where else running along to this town? She was tempted to walk into the sheriff's office to see if there were any new posters to go up but somehow she knew it would be a sheer waste of her time. Talking with most sheriffs were.<br/><br/>Pushing her hat back so that her face was clearly visible for the first time, the stetson fell to her back held on by the drawstrings. Her long sandy blond hair blew about her as she turned to view the Saloon down the street. Making her way there was her next port of call, the rooms were a little more expensive sure but she planned to be as close as she possibly could to this girl that had shacked herself up to Brody Castle.