[color=lightblue][b]Eliza Weaver
  S&W Weaponry, Salem, Massachusetts - early to mid afternoon[/b][/color]





 






 Eliza toyed with the revolver Shelby gave her as she got a feel for the new weapon. Flipping the cylinder out and the back in before she got a feel for the weapons heft. “I suppose it'll work until I get mine back. If someone didn't steal it by now.” Eliza sat the revolver down alongside her chair and pulled her hair up with a groan. She was exhausted still but now that they were relatively safe at Shelby's all Eliza wanted to do was enjoy her company. It may as well have been years since they had seen each other last, but Eliza couldn't help but feel a crushing sense of shame sitting in front of Shelby. 

 When they last saw each other Eliza was a drastically different woman. She was in her prime, especially after meeting Shelby, she was the hope that Eliza had given up on. Shelby was the third and final chance, she couldn't stand to watch this relationship fail. Eliza met Calypso before they departed from Vegas she certainly wasn't someone Eliza would intentionally cross but she didn't fear her, not then. She didn't fear anyone back then, and she especially didn't fear Calypso now. Eliza clenched the blanket that covered her exposed lap in frustration. 

 She turned her head to face Shelby as she exhaled in an attempt to calm herself down. “Shelby...if you want to move on and forget about Calypso and the shit she did to you I understand but keep this in the back of your head. Bad leg or not, you say the word and I'll hunt that bitch down.” Eliza shifted her weight in the chair causing her to moan. “I might be a washed up but I'm still a Rider.” She moved her hand back to the cluster of dog tags, clenching them tightly. “We've got a debt to settle back west anyway.”

  Flashes of what Bragg did to her, she winced in pain just like she did during the act. Even with that fucker buried Eliza still couldn't get over the fact that her baby sister would send him after her. She caused it to happen. Eliza wanted to forgive her but she couldn't. She'd been betrayed too many times and it cut deeper every time, this time was the last. She couldn't move past this one, it hurt too much. All she wanted to do now was curl up in a ball and cry herself to sleep so she could escape it all. Her fist unclenched and the dog tags fell onto her lap. As much as she didn't want to admit she was so much more vulnerable now than she ever was. “Shelby I'm really sorry but do you think we could lay down somewhere?” It was obvious that something was bothering Eliza but she was too ashamed to say what it was.