Tara shifted once more on the horse, her back brushing against the other woman's chest as she still struggled to get a comfortable seat.  She was clutching the horse's mane, though only the whiteness in her knuckles gave away how nervous she really was.  As she heard the sheriff's voice she growled deep in her throat, a low sound that threatened to fall off the audible register completely.  Her fingers flexed slightly in the horse's coarse hair.<br/><br/>"Bitch."  She hissed the word finding it harder to contain herself within her acquired persona with every appearance of the law-keeper.