<div align="center"><strong>-=Jotham Godstone riding into Oasis for the first time | Day 2, afternoon=-</strong></div><br/>Even as he drew near to the town of Oasis, a much needed respite from the unrelenting afternoon sun and the choking dust, the rhythmic monotone of the click-clacking hooves in time with the soothing sway of his horse's (http://www.horseforum.com/attachments/53501d1295766783-satin-gene-discussion-again-palomino-horse-shine-jpg) gait dulled his mind. Reaching up, he gripped the top of his stetson (http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2153/2141230542_df0db7391b.jpg) and pulled it from his head. His hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his head. He drug his forearm across his forehead, wiping at the sweat that trickled down his face in uncomfortable little lines. Replacing his hat atop his head, he straightened in his saddle and pulled his shoulders back to work out that pain between his shoulder blades that often developed from such lengthy rides spent hunched in the saddle.<br/><br/>Giving his horse a gentle nudge in the flanks with his spurs, the powerful golden palomino hastened his stride to a slow trot until they reached the edge of town. Jotham pulled back on the reigns and eased back into a walk. Passing by the General store, he saw two women standing out on the porch in idle conversation. He gave them a polite smile and tipped his hat to the ladies as any self respecting gentleman would. "Afternoon ladies," he said simply, trying hard not to let his eyes wander inappropriately. Tearing his eyes away from the women just in time, he rode further into town, finding the local saloon. His horse came to a stop and pitched it's head with a snort as Jotham dismounted. He tied the reigns to the hitching post and his horse busied himself drinking from the trough. Jotham moved to the entrance of Saguaro's and paused a moment before moving inside and looking around curiously. He was parched and needed some water in a bad way. His plain brown boots thudded softly on the wooden plank foor, his spurs tinkling quietly with each step. Leaning one elbow on the bar, he took his hat off and sat it on the bartop, wiping his brow with a kerchief he pulled form his jeans.<br/><br/>"Could I get some water please?"<br/><br/>As he waited, he glanced around, studying the room and it's patrons curiously.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jotham's clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/JothamClohtes.jpg)</div></div>