Nicky’s  (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nocNcMG6EOU/TuX8naLbTaI/AAAAAAAAEXs/4EffL3MMSmw/s1600/Angelina-Jolie-Wallpapers-for-Desktop-.jpg) eyebrow rose in a perfect arch as she glanced at the Lone Star. Shrugging she got to her feet in one graceful movement, bending to grab her gun belt and knifes that had been stored safely at the bottom of her sleep roll.  Still grumbling about her hat, she scoffed at the idea of it simply being blown away, though the idea held merit, her stubbornness wouldn’t allow for any other answer but for it having been stolen.<strong>”Need a place to wash up”</strong>she grumbled aloud to no one in particular.<br/><br/>Rummaging through her ruck sack Nicolette pulled another black top, similar to the one she had slept in, wrinkles and all, and shook it to air it some.  Glancing around the vicinity she spied a water barrel and headed in the opposite direction than the sheriff.  Dropping her weapons, Nic pulled her shirt from her body, uncaring that she had left herself visible to any who cared to watch. She pulled her hair free from the restraints of her braid, pulling her fingers through her the silky length. With her shape visual and her hair soft and flowing, Nicky looked every inch the sensual woman she hid behind her tough exterior.<br/><br/>Using the water collected in the barrel, she splashed it against her skin, rubbing as best as she could to freshen herself as she readied for the day. her fingers quickly pulled her hair back into the tight french braid that held it from her face, securing it with the elastic she kept in her pocket.  Using her night shirt as a towel, she dried her body and face before pulling on her other shirt, strapping on her guns around her torso as well as securing her precious throwing knives around her thigh.   Out of pure luck she happened to spy what looked to be a black article of clothing stuck between a wooden post and an old crate. Smirking she slapped her ass as she moved towards it, sweeping down in a smooth movement, she picked up her misplaced hat, placing upon her head.<strong>”Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle, aint it that missing hat gone a wanderin’ “</strong>Stuffing her night shirt in her sack, she slung it over her shoulder and greeted the day with a smile.<br/><br/>Her mood now buoyant, Nicky moved towards the Lone Star to grab some grub stopping only to investigate the happening of the dead body now found and discarded by the towns Sheriff. Her eyebrow twitched into another arch, silently questioning his lack of concern.<strong>”Huh, well I guess that explains the smell.”</strong>Her words were tossed casually, as if spoken in a causal conversation having come across a dead body on a regular basis. Inside she shivered at the idea of the death, could she be next? Her instincts told her she had better not show fear, nor turn her back should she find a knife plunged deep into it.<br/>