<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/78/Ladytophat.jpg)</div>"…toothaches, backaches, stomachaches, aches of a feminine nature, Clearwater Cure-all will relieve you from pain of all kinds and restore vigor to your step."  The woman on the buckboard continued her spiel in a singsong voice, holding up a bottle of her tonic as she addressed the crowd.  As loud as her voice had grown in order to carry over the arriving train, her outfit was louder still, a top hat and overcoat of dark purple velvet that matched the fanciful text scrolled on the side of her wagon:<em>Dr. Clearwater's Patent Medicine and Miracle Elixirs</em>.  "Step right up, step right up!  A single bottle…where's the risk?  Two for a dollar, an absolute steal!  How can you afford not to try it, I ask you?  The very cutting edge of modern medical science!  One drop, just one drop, cures colic, clears complexions, increases the male libido, and leaves breath minty fresh.  Find out what all the fuss is about back East!  Don't be left out!"<br/><br/>Phoebe had little doubt in her powers of persuasion but even she was a little surprised at the crowd she'd drawn today.  Maybe her luck had finally turned.  A sickening town in need of a remedy and her with a full buckboard of her special medicine.  She could almost see the dollar signs hovering in the air over each upturned face.  Even better when they actually began to approach and make their purchases.<br/><br/>She was just winding down as a woman in a weathered gunbelt and a layer of trail dust approached.  "A hotel?  Hrmm, just one moment…"  Phoebe saw to locking up her valuables and tucking her wad of bills beneath her jacket, before hopping down off the wagon.  She then took a moment to eye the woman more closely, wondering if she might be in need of a tonic as well (whether she yet realized it or not), when another thought struck instead.  There was something about having a pocket full of cash that always made Phoebe nervous.  It had a way of falling through her fingers or drawing unwanted attention.  This woman looked like the sort who might be handy with a pistol though, and that was the sort she could maybe use.  "Sure, friend.  Let me walk you there.  Phoebe Clearwater.<em>Dr.</em>Phoebe Clearwater,” she added with a wide friendly smile.  "Medical specialist and entrepreneur, pleased to make your acquaintance."<br/>