Sammy leaned against the bar. Her long black curls where piled against the base of her neck with a feather sticking out of the bun. Her red saloon girl outfit fit snugly on her body as she watched the crowd, sending small smiles at the cowboys. She missed the open trails and the wind in her hair but she had to deal with it. She grabbed her guitar from where it sat beside her and perched on a bar stool and began to play for the crowd while a few of the other girls got up onto the saloon stage to dance.