Startled by a voice, Florence froze in her action of kicking in the back door of the blacksmith and began to gravitate towards the source of the noise. Regardless of who she suspected it to be, she kept her gun drawn as she rounded the corner, to find that another horse was hitched next to her's outside the motel. Suspiciously, she stalked near to the motel and took a measured step into the door. She made sure that whoever had just come in here could see her gun from where she was standing. "Who's there?" she asked, attempting to make her voice appear low. Many men didnt fear the strength of a woman.