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View is before the end of the old world[/hider]
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View is before the end of the old world.
Grain silos are now surrounded by a makeshift town[/hider]
[url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/6ddcdaaf-6379-40cc-a78e-3c542c80f526.jpg]Mayor Lorna Travit[/url][hr][hr][/center]

Lorna Travit hadn’t seen their like before nor imagined people like these people of Lasthope who’d come in bold as Cooter Brown riding to her town’s rescue. They came charging in from the west like the cliched Calvary Charge of old Hell Bent and Hard Leather and swept up The Duke’s gang like a storm swept the sands clean. Then once they’d eliminated the gang they’d turned their attention to what was left of her hometown and after hearing her people had shot their Leader who’d come for parlay showed a form of professionalism she thought long gone.

They could have shown their anger over Hank’s injury of the redheaded Commander but instead simply demanded for a stretcher and a place to care for her and their injured.

The second in command was a pretty blonde woman named Maisy Palmer and it was easy to see she cared for her people and could control her anger and her people as well. 

Poor Hank was hiding and even crying knowing for sure that the Calvarymen would drag him out soon and either kill him outright in in slow degrees but Lorna being a good judge of character was sure that wouldn’t happen. The Lasthope people asked to make camp in her fence and then had gone to the beach to wash themselves and their clothing and in doing so attracted a great deal of attention from the young and even older women of Arlington.

They were a well fed and handsome lot these people and the strong bodies of their men fresh as baked bread laid on display to cool before the hungry women folk of her town; of course Franny and her little puritanical churchies disapproved and asked Lorna to declare that the town’s women not prostitute themselves but as Mayor Ms Travit knew better and had told the old busybody not to go by their camp or the beach.

She had watched as these young men had followed orders like soldiers clearing up the dead and even burning the bodies. How they had conducted themselves and did so with very little complaint their Doc’s even set up a small clinic to see to the locals after they’d cared for the wounded; maybe they were humanity’s Lasthope.

Then as she was thinking things over she became aware that the odd little woman who’d said she was the unit drug peddler was sitting on the hood of an abandoned car feeding a gaggle of Ravens and one of those birds was as white as snow. So ambling over to chat with her she was surprised when without turning around the little woman said

[color=FF1493]”Hello Mayor come to pick my Brain?”[/color] without even turning around.
[b]”Well I was hoping to talk to you and say thanks for not wanting our scalps for your boss….um ….May I ask your Name, Mine’s Lorna?[/b] said the older woman 

[color=FF1493]”Most call me Summer, some call me Witch or the Poison Pixie...I like Summer best[/color] she said in a sweet tone as she turned and smiled .

[b]”I think I like Summer Best as well[/b] chuckled Lorna unsure why this small woman made her feel so nervous.

Maybe it was how even her own people, Troopers they called themselves treated her with respect and a weariness even though as far as she could tell Summer held no rank.

[color=FF1493]I am harmless as long as i am not aroused so your worry is wasted effort; I know a good woman when I meet her so if you’ll join me I’ll explain what’s going on and what you might expect[/color] offered Summer

Lorna took her up on it and over the next hour sat listening mostly to the story of the people of Lasthope and their Chief Comber who sounded like a fine man. She heard of how they survived and had developed a democratic society, how they had hard rules on the treatment of their own and even outsiders but most shocking of all at least to Lorna was that they had a working train and wanted to begin trade with Arlington and any other towns they found on the old lines; then Summer just smiled and said she needed a bath and walked of leaving Lorna there to ponder all that she’d learned