<strong>Cameron Maccrae| Day 2</strong><br/><br/>The dawn found Cameron both sore and irritable. Deciding that she really didn't need to tend to much, she treated herself to a bit of a lie-in, pulling a pillow over the top of her head, pressing her face into the  mattress as she tried to force herself back to sleep. It took an hour or two of falling in and out of slumber before she felt up to facing the day.<br/><br/>She got up from the bed, giving a bit of a yawn and stretch, working out the kinked muscles in her back and sides, still aching a bit from her long ride the previous day. She walked over to the bag she had brought up, digging through it for something to wear. She finally digs out a pair of denims and chaps much like those she had on the previous evening, for her top picking out a deep maroon blouse that was a good bit more low-cut and revealing than her riding clothes, much more flattering. She grabbed her black trilby from the hat rack before she felt up to facing the day, making her way into the saloon from her room.<br/><br/>She strode up to the bar, rubbing her brow lightly beneath her hat as she slid into her seat. She flashed a small, kind smile to Irene, waiting for the woman to make her way down the bar.<br/>