[center][color=black][sub]____________________________________________________________________________[/sub][h3]L i l y "[color=9e0b0f]R E D[/color]" O a k l e y[/h3][sup]____________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center]
The hushed whispers of the saloon didn't fall upon deaf ears. Most were just the banal paranoia of the townsfolk taking shape, uninteresting and certainly not worth her time to react to. The only whisper that caught her attention was the remark on her scarf. Had one of the twelve members wore a red scarf? Lily couldn't remember, most of that night was an agonizing blur of savagery. The only one she could remember so clearly it felt like he was burned into her skull, was [i]Him[/i]. The giant. A towering man, who if someone had told her was over 7 feet tall, she wouldn't have even questioned. His skin, bronzed and marred with so many scars it looked like someone had taken a cheese grater across his body. Long, messy brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail; stretching his face. And his eyes, those cold, blue eyes. But no red scarf...

“Y'er ain’t no law, sure as shit o’ that."

Lily's thoughts were cut short as one of the locals apparently grew enough balls to approach her.

"Seem an awful long ways ta travel fer a measly fistful o’ dollars. Reckon I could take ya out there. Bu'cha best know, that darkness yur chasin’ ain’t the only thing lingering here, missy.”

Chasing the remainder of her awful drink down her throat, she slammed the glass down onto the counter. Just the way the man talked and smelled was enough to paint a very vivid picture in Lily's mind. 

"My business is with the Sheriff and Sheriff only..." She replied, giving the man a quick one-over. Younger than he looked... Before returning her gaze back to her dirtied glass. "As is what I'm chasing." She said far more solemnly.

Thankfully, a loud gunshot from outside, signalling the location of the Sheriff loud and clear, gave her enough reason to pull way from the man and the stifling saloon. Yet as she turned away from the bar and the of alcohol reeking man, she paused as her eyes fell upon the glinting eyes of a coyote. Had it always been there? It was a curious sight, to be sure; though she couldn't quite pin down what made her pause. She stared into the shimmering eyes for what felt like an eternity, before finally shaking her head. She had no time to play with someone's pet.

Making her way back into the dry heat of the outside, Lily approached the mob with a wary hand resting on her hips. Rudely and impatiently, she pushed the people to the side, much to the chagrin of those in front of her. No time to waste, not when she could feel she was this close.

"Sheriff!" She called out in a surprisingly loud voice as she pushed someone to the side rather roughly in order to catch up to the man. "I heard you're looking for bodies to help with the Jefferson farmstead." She said as she caught up to the man. Was her long journey finally going to pay off?