[b][u][color=darkorange]Selina[/color][/u][/b]

Aveline's morning continued quietly. The visitors on their horses headed towards the town's bar, as most visitors did. The sun was getting quite high, and the heat was beginning to bother the woman. Although her curly hair was cut short, a side affect of the surgery to remove the bullet from her head, the humid air was still stifling. Aveline was about to head into the cool church, perhaps to find Father O'Flanagan and a task to complete, but she could see another coach on the horizon. The quiet woman's eyes widened. While upon first glance the coach seemed like every other wagon to roll into town, but as the crowd began to gather Aveline could tell this was no ordinary group of travelers. 

The smell of blood was a dead giveaway. 

Aveline stood up from her rocking chair on the porch of the church, taking a moment to gather her chalkboard and chalk. The coach rolled into the center of town, a large group of townsfolk gathered around. Aveline tried to get closer, but was blocked by the crowd of curious people. She settled for standing up on her tiptoes and peering through the gaps between the people. The large cat strapped to the roof of the wagon was quite shocking, it was enough to send a buzz through the normally sleepy town. Zeke was quick to take advantage of the situation, but at least he offered the men drinks. 

She watched as people began to tend to a rather injured man, and eventually even Father O'Flanagan joined the scene. Aveline was concerned, and knew she should probably help the hurt gentleman, but she figured the others could handle it. If they needed her she wasn't hard to find. To quell her feelings of guilt she said...er...thought...out a quick prayer. Pleading that He watch over the recovery of the coach driver. 

The quiet woman turned her attention back to the interesting men, a wistful look falling over her face as she began to day dream about the adventures they must have been on.