Guinevera woke up to find the heat of the desert entering her room. She didn't forget what happened last night and couldn't decide if it was her fault or the Marshal's fault for having a release inside her. Only time would time if she was truly pregnant with the Marshal's baby. She lifted her head up, not finding the Marshal in the bed, or anywhere in the room. Her arms that were clutching the Marshal last night only embraced the soft textures of a feathered pillow. Briefly she imagined if this was going to be her life loving the Marshal. Most likely, he would disappear in the mornings, be missing for a week or two, and then come back to drink himself away in the saloon. Guinevera soon came to the realization considering the unreturned love and the weeks where he would be missing, catching outlaws, that the Marshal, as he made known clearly last night, was not the man for Guinevera to settle down with. She had sensed that he had a troubled past, but wasn't sure if she would want to investigate the history of why he is so cold-natured these days. She was also unsure if he would divulge his secrets to her. The fault of the matter leaning more towards her side in her opinion, Guinevera made it a goal to apologize for confessing to the Marshal. There was still time. As far as she was concerned, the Marshal wouldn't go off hunting another criminal after that, terribly incredible night last night.<br/><br/>She got out of bed and changed the sheets, discarding the old, sweat-and-cum-stained sheets by the door for one of the saloon girls to pick it up and wash it for another day. After making the bed, she quickly washed up in the bathroom and walked out, getting ready for another day, but first, she would pay a brief visit to the Sheriff's Office to apologize to the Marshal.<br/><br/>She took her time, slipping into a brown-colored, sleeveless, shoulder-less, plaid bedgown (http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/Miscellaneous/saloon_outfit01.jpg) with a cream-colored, lace petticoat underneath. Underneath the petticoat, she had worn a corseted bustier similar to her bedgown. After putting on some cream-colored stockings, she put on the thigh-high boots she had on the day before. Putting the leather coat with the coattails on, she finished her outfit by putting on a belt with holsters. Guinevera retrieved the revolver under one of her pillows and took the other one out of its former holsters and placed them in her current holsters. She went for the door, her heels making mellow thuds along the floorboards.<br/><br/>------> Saguaro Saloon.