<div align="center"><strong>-=Jotham at an empty table in the Saloon | Day 2, afternoon=-</strong></div><br/>After setting his bourbon on the table, Jotham had reclined back in his chair, propping his feet on the chair adjacent to him. With his feet crossed at the ankles, spurs carefully placed just so, Jotham leaned the chair back slightly so that it stood precariously on it’s two back legs. He had taken to eavesdropping on the two lovely ladies at the bar from where he’d just come, casting them the occasional glance, to see where the nice lady flirting might lead.<br/><br/>Pulling his Stetson down low to disguise his prying eyes, Jotham laced his fingers together and let his hands rest across his stomach, the dusty shirt concealing the washboard muscles that lay beneath. His keen hearing picked up that the other woman’s name, Cameron Mccrae, and that she was new in town, of course that didn’t mean a whole lot to him since he was new in town as well. It was the next bit that really got his attention, though.<br/><br/><em><strong>“Yep - me ’n my brother work a ranch just outside of town, and this here’s where I come to get away from all the excitement.” </strong></em><br/><br/>He mulled this bit of news over his mind quietly for a few seconds and considered how best to broach the subject to Carmen. He was a ranch hand in dire need of work. It’d been too long since he’d found someone who both needed a ranch hand and was willing to hire on a complete stranger.<br/><br/>It was Carmen’s open laughter that brought him back from his thoughts to the here and now. Making up his mind that he would interrupt their conversation in the hopes that it might lead to some work, Jotham reached up and pushed his Stetson back from his brow as he let the chair fall back on all four legs with a soft thud. That’s right about when Carmen, that beautiful creature, reached up her perfect little hand and stroked Cameron’s fur before trailing down to tangle in the other woman’s soft, glossy black tresses. He froze, transfixed by the sight of the two gorgeous women and how delicious they were as they teased and flirted with each other so openly. He was suddenly aware that his mouth was open again when Carmen’s mesmerizing tone sounded in his ears.<br/><em><strong><br/>“I’ll just bet you have one helluva good story to tell, Cameron, luv.”</strong></em><br/><br/>He couldn’t help but wonder what some of those stories might be, though by the look of her, his imagination was already beginning to weave some stories that involved both of the beautiful ladies at the bar. Grabbing his bourbon, he took a quick shot and set the glass down on the table with a hard ‘clunk.’ His hand reached up to tug on the bandana slung around his neck and he jostled it quickly for a few seconds to usher in some air to kiss his sweaty throat and to top of his chest.<br/><br/>He watched in disbelief when Carmen leaned in so close to Cameron’s ear. At first he thought she was kissing the other woman, but then she spoke in a near whisper that caused him to lean in closer, straining to hear. He glanced in her direction once more and found himself staring into those honey tinted eyes. Her luscious lips curved into a smile that sent tingles down his spine and when she licked her lips, he felt the blood begin to flow more freely into his groin. He knew that look, alright, but this woman was like none he’d never seen before; there was something about her that robbed him of his thoughts and made him seem a bumbling fool. All he could think of is how he wanted to see more… much more.<br/><br/><em><strong>“You know who I think you would love to meet, and who would just eat a beautiful thing like you up? Trinette-Marie LeBlanc. She works here, and you should ask around and make sure and introduce yourself, Doll. As for me... I’m gonna go wrangle me up a cowboy!”</strong></em><br/><br/>Jotham wasn’t able to hear what Carmen said and he turned to look once more when he heard Cameron's reply.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Go on, love, but don't you forget about me." She winked, "You're in my sights, sweetie, and I've got regular mountains of patience."</strong></em><br/><br/>Carmen slid from her stool and began sauntering in his direction. Jotham didn’t know where to look. His eyes danced uncertainly from her golden eyes, to the creamy, heaving swells contouring her corset, to the subtle, feminine curve of her leather clad hips that hinted to the lush arch of her bottom.<br/><br/>He smiled politely and tried to play it cool, leaning back comfortably in his chair as he smiled up at her. His mind raced for something to say… anything, but he was drawing blanks as his eyes settled on her chest once more. He clenched his eyes shut for a moment and it came to him in an instant. Tipping his hat in a lazy, but gentlemanly gesture, he opened his eyes again and finally managed a simple, “Afternoon, ma’am.”<br/>