<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2d/35/13/2d351349d4085a42cf24626573baf6e5.jpg)</div><br/>Caroline winced at the sight of the man being shot. A part of her figured that he deserved it, but it was another thing to see a man lose his life right in front of her.<br/><br/>But the woman’s disapproval was another cause of worry for the young cowgirl. “My dearest apologies, Marshal Lewick! I’ll be more careful about drawing and shooting from now on.”<br/><br/>Caroline blushed upon hearing her suggestions for work. She could definitely use a hundred dollars, but given how she performed just now…<br/><br/>...and then there was the<em>other</em>suggestion. Maybe if she was starving, but that wasn’t happening today.<br/><br/>Waiting a while for Marshall Lewick and the men to get a fair head start, Caroline continued down to San Rafael a bit less confident and worse for wear.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Caroline will head to Area 8, the Longhorn Saloon.</div></div>