<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Sarah.jpg)</div><em><strong>Sarah - at the Saloon </strong></em><br/><br/>The room was like any other she had been in lately, perhaps a bit more refined which caused her eyebrows to raise a  notch. The sheets were clean which was the main thing and the thought of a hot bath to wash the dirt and dust of her traveling from her was almost heavenly. Almost, but she had long stopped believing in a heaven though she was certain that hell itself was alive and thriving on Earth.<br/><br/>She removed her stetson and wrapped her arms about herself beneath the flowing fabric of her poncho as she leaned against the wall and looked out the window. The net curtains could have done with a wash but she figured what was the point. They would only become coated with a fresh layer of desert sand in seconds, she deemed it a waste of time, money and effort to have the frivolous hangings in the rooms.<br/><br/>Watching the comings and goings outside she planned her next move, there had been no wanted posters up at all on any of the brothers, would she have to ride on to the next town? She hoped not, her best chance now was the girl that had attached herself to the youngest of the three brothers. A shiver ran through her as a flashback of his grubby hands pawing and mauling at her, cut through her mind. A knock at the door saved her from the nightmare of memories and she pulled herself back into the here and now.<br/><br/>Her bath was ready and after she had sank into it and soaked herself for a while before scrubbing herself clean to feel some bit human again, she pulled on a fresh pair of trousers. A light tan leather pair that hugged her long legs and round pert behind. Her holster was tied in place again at her hips and instead of her poncho she pulled on the only other item of clothing she had in her possession. A dark gray waistcoat that buttoned to just shy of her cleavage. Returning to her room, she discovered the hot food waiting for her and ate it with gusto all the while her mind ticking over on finding the Castle brothers.<br/><br/>Soon she was moving back down the stairs, her tray having been left outside her door for the maid or whoever the old man employed to clean up. The bar was busier than earlier but still all heads turned to look at her. Her hat was back on again, tilted just over her forehead but her hair trailed down her back still slightly damp from her bath. Ordering a shot of bourbon and taking the bottle, she went to an empty table near the back of the room and sat down. She had a clear view of the door, the other patrons, the bar, the stairs and the back of the piano man who had begun tinkling the keys much to her annoyance.