<strong>Jotham Godstone | Day 2</strong><br/><br/>The water was just enough to sooth his parched throat and slate his thirst and he was already feeling cooler.  Jotham sat quietly at the bar, listening to the back and forth between the lady behind the bar and the other gentleman sitting a few places down from him. Not wanting to interrupt their conversation as he had when he'd first entered, Jotham was content to just sit there and listen for a time. It was nice to be doing nothing for a little while; not have to worry about where you are, whether or not you're gonna have enough food for you and your horse or if a rattler is gonna try to slip into your sleeping bag or spook your horse enough to throw you off a cliff.<br/><br/>It was funny how the simplest of things could have such a tremendous affect on a person's psyche. Just being inside, out of the sun and hearing other voices was comforting. Already, Jotham was beginning to feel a part of the human race one more. Spending so much time alone on the trail with none but your horse for company takes a toll on a man. Often times, Jotham found himself having one sided conversations with his horse, "Sioux."<br/><br/>Content to let his mind drift, he was suddenly yanked back to his senses by the resounding bang of the saloon's swinging doors. Dark, inquisitive eyes settled upon the jaw dropping vision before him, lingering in the entrance and back-lit by the sun.  He was forced to lift a hand to shade his eyes from the blinding rays of light that seemed to emanate from the woman herself. He was keenly aware of the lush swells of creamy flesh teasing him from the confines of her form fitting red corset that complimented her figure perfectly. And if that wasn't distraction enough, those black leather pants that hugged her feminine curves so lovingly... those pants that seemed as though they had been painted on by the delicate strokes of a master artist's brush; well that was enough to distract a man from a rampaging tribe of savage Apache warriors all decked out in war paint and screaming their vehement battle cries while charging straight for you. So, to say that Jotham was suddenly distracted would be quite the understatement. She definitely had his attention.<br/><br/>He stared silently from his stool at the bar and suddenly felt parched again. Swallowing at the lump that had formed in his throat, he licked his lips unconsciously, nodding in agreement to the other lady's words. He suddenly became aware of his nodding and the fact that he was staring. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he cleared his throat, quickly glancing about to see if anyone had noticed. Luckily the Lady who had served him his water and the other gentleman were heading upstairs and seemed unaware. He couldn't be sure if the others has noticed him or not.