Rosie and Meg had been conversing about Rosie's latest heist, Rosie danging a fancy ring on a chain in front of her friends face, when the door suddenly sung open. Rosie quickly and frantically tried to stuff the ring back into her pocket. She feared that a cop had walked into the General Store, or a civilian looking to make a couple extra bucks by turning in a member of a gang. Meg, fearing a similar thing, quickly rushed to the counter to assist whoever just walked in. Her voice was full of fake cheer, the kinda of tone that would make someone suspicious. "Good Day good sir! What are you interested in today!" Rosie, who seemed to be 'busy' looking at a shelf of various herbs and spices, stole glances over her shoulder at the stranger. 

She silently let out an obscenity.

She recognized who was in their general store, who wouldn't recognize him. George Ryder of the Ryder Gang. The boys in the Bass Bell Gang warned about him. He was stone cold and a killer. Rosie glanced nervously at Meg. Her friend was out in the open, she could easily be killed or kidnapped or worse. The poor girl was too innocent to know any better. Rosie, never one to plan ahead, quickly pulled Meg aside. "You know Meg...I think it would be a good idea for you to check up on how the dog is doing." Meg looked quizically over at Rosie. "What? The dog is fine. We have a customer!" Rosie quickly pushed her friend out the door. "Don't worry I'll man the store!" Once Meg was out Rosie couldn't help but feel a little better. 

She slowly turned back towards George. "Good Mornin' sir."