[u][b]Mary Hawthorne - S&W Weaponry[/b][/u]

“Where are you from Mary?", Shelby asked, furrowing her brow, "I only ask because I've only ever seen horses out west. I mean, that's not to say they aren't anywhere else, just curious.”

"[i]Mary, you damned fool![/i]", Mary thought bitterly to herself, "[i]Did ye think these people dullards? That they wouldn't ask such a simple and obvious question? Fool! Idiot! Do ye want to end up like Joseph Curwen and his friends..slain by hunters?[/i]"

Mary's mind raced for a place that would be plausible. Shelby's accent was Northern for sure...so somewhere south. A place popped to mind...she had gone there on vacation before the war.

"Missouri", Mary replied, "But I haven't been there since I was young....almost like it was another lifetime. Moved here from Maryland, a place called Point Lookout. No horses in Maryland, though."

[i]Not too far from the truth....[/i]

 “Well ladies", Waylon said after clearing his throat, "if you'll excuse me I believe there's a beer calling for me over to the diner.”

Shelby flashed him a look, “Whatever...bring back a couple would ya?.

“What else for your order Miss?” Waylon acted like he was scribbling into a order pad, “You still want one of those witchcraft books?”

“Ha ha ha, very funny Waylon,” Shelby flipped him off, “That last book was full of shit, that witch shit is just a bunch of bullshit like Calypso was. Not saying it wouldn't be pretty amazing to actually do stuff like I've read, but that's just a pipe dream.”

He flipped her off back, “I'll be back when I'm back.”

“We'll be waiting with baited breath,” she waved him off, “So...are either of you hungry? Thirsty? I have snacky stuff and some Nuka Colas in the fridge.”  

"I ate about an hour ago", Mary replied, "But a Nuka-Cola would be nice." She then added conversationally. "You like to read, Shelby? So do I....you like to read novels about witchcraft?"