The town was a tired one, yet lively. The sort of place that had once been an impressive hotspot, fed by prospectors seeking gold and by merchants seeking a populace. It had all the accoutrements of such a town: a general store, a saloon, a brothel, even a deep, deep well providing cold, clean fresh water to all. Though the buildings had worn and their facades had faded, there was still a bustling populace; most of it disreputable, but still active.

	It was into this town that a pair of siblings rode. On a proud, golden Kiger mustang rode a teenaged girl, sitting pretty on a beaded saddle. Her hair was weaved together into a braid down her back, bouncing against her buckskin vest as the mustang slowly plodded past the town gate.

	On her left, on an ash-grey mare, clothed in a white undershirt and well-tailored, but well-worn leathers, rode a young man, squinting against the sun as he sat uncomfortably in a tooled-leather saddle. Both wore their vests open due to the sun, though the young woman buttoned hers closed as they reached town, preserving her modesty.

	The horses plodded slowly, clearly tired from a long journey, and upon reaching the saloon, the girl hopped nimbly down from her saddle to the dust, tying her horse loosely at the hitching post. She immediately headed into the thriving place, followed by the young man, who tied his horse carefully and walked with more caution, keeping a hand near his vest, where a two-shot Derringer was stored. The young woman wore her Volcanic pistol openly, low on her waist where she could draw it at a moment's notice.

	The batwing doors to the saloon burst open, and the two sat quickly at the bar. The young man spoke.

	"Rooms for a night, please." He flashed a coin, sliding it across the bar.

	"Certainly, sir! And will you be sharing a room with your lady friend here?"

	The young man looked moderately uncomfortable, while the girl chuckled to herself. He finally spoke. "Ehm, yes, but she's my sister. No romantic entanglement."

	The barkeep looked skeptical, as the young woman undoubtedly had some native in her, while the young man was white as anyone, only tanned slightly from the harshness of the Western sun.

	"Well, whatever you want to tell yourself. Can I get you some drinks? Food, perhaps?"

	The young woman spoke now. "Bourbon for me, and gin for my brother. And some stew, if you have it."

	The barkeep nodded amenably, bustling off to fetch the drinks and meals. The siblings sat, the brother uneasily, and the sister relaxed.