<strong>"Victoria."</strong>Victoria answered as she studied the woman in turn.<strong>"Wanderer, gunfighter, and former rancher.  It's a pleasure"</strong>She was uncomfortable calling herself a gunfighter, but that was about all she was these days.  She held her horse's reins in one hand as she waited for the woman to take the lead.<br/><br/><strong>"So what do you sell?" </strong>She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.<strong>"You seem to be doing a good business.  What is it made of?"</strong>The woman was odd, but if she really had a miracle cure... maybe she was a kindred spirit?  Another agent of god's justice?  As the thoughts came to her mind, her hand lifted without conscious thought to toy with the silver cross resting just above her cleavage.