It was good to get in out of the blistering sun, her boots echoed over the timbered floor outside the Saloon, her spurs jangling with each step. By the time she pushed the half doors open, the few faces inside were all turned in her direction. Old Jimmy Monroe pushed his worn hand up and down the counter before him, as the cloth in his hand made some attempt to clean it. The same cloth was then moved to wipe clean the inside of a shot glass as he took down a bottle of bourbon at the sound of approaching steps. His eyes stared in wonder at the sight of the female that entered, garnered up like a cowboy but every inch a female. His hand had removed the cork from the bottle but on seeing the woman, he pushed it back down again. Slapping his hand on it to make sure it was secure when she leaned on his bar and stared at him.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll have one of those"</strong>her voice was warm, a little coarse perhaps from desert sand coating the throats lining but Jimmy Monroe knew that the second she spoke he was in trouble. It was a lovely sound, not like the cheap tart voices of the girls he kept at his tavern. No high pitch with purposeful inflections made on certain words as if it made them erotic. If she hadn't been dressed as she was and hadn't asked for a bourbon, Jimmy would have taken her for a proper decent female type.<br/><br/>"That's strong stuff" but still he slid the shot glass towards her and moved closer, uncorking the bottle and pouring her a measure. He watched as she downed it in one, his old green eyes moving to the other patrons who were all steadily watching her. She didn't cough or wheeze which meant she was used to drinking hard liquor and he smirked. A classy broad with sharp tastes.<br/><br/><strong>"Have you got a room free?"</strong><br/>"The girls don't pander to females."<br/><strong>"I'm not asking for a woman, I'm asking for a room."</strong><br/>"Sure, I've got lots of those. Take your pick, front or back of the house?"<br/><strong>"The front. Are there baths?"</strong><br/>"I can have one drawn for ya but it'll be extra."<br/><strong>"I'll take the bottle too."</strong><br/>"Well that's definitely extra"<br/><br/>Sarah looked at him closely shoving a hand into her pocket and taking out some coins that she flung on to the counter. It was plenty for the room, bath and bottle and then some for a few nights though she didn't specify how long she was staying.<br/><strong>"Bring me up some hot food too" </strong><br/>He tossed her the key to room 4 before gathering up the money, "straight up the stairs, first left and down the corridor."<br/>Again she looked at him as if attempting to size him up, then taking the key, bottle and glass ignored the other patrons and walked up to her room.<br/>