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Location: En route to Blackwater

Interactions: Closed [TEMP]

[i]'Come on... Just a few more minutes, and then I'm in Blackwater. The Law can't do anything outside of their province.'[/i]

Butch screamed as Nora kicked him mildly again. "Faster! Follow the trail to Blackwater- I'll keep them off of us!" Nora shouted just loud enough for the Arabian horse to hear over the blowing wind. Barring any other interaction, it would've seemed borderline surreal that a horse could comprehend Human instruction, must less know exactly what it was supposed to do in all the chaos. Yet the Arabian horse generally displayed a very high intelligence, and Butch knew [i]exactly[/i] what Nora was telling him. Breaking into a galloping sprint down the trail, Nora kept her left hand secured to the horn of the saddle, while her right reached for a Schofield revolver- they were going too fast for her to be able to utilize her Lichfield. Turning around to look back at the fading visage of the locomotive, Nora's silent predictions were confirmed as the familiar blue-clad men on horseback began to gallop after her; albeit at a slower pace as they favored Andalusians. 

She [i]really[/i] wanted to avoid killing these men, and she quickly holstered her Revolver and returned her gaze ahead of her. They weren't her target- hell, they were just doing their job. Nonetheless, her record kept by the State of Lemonye would almost certainly end in her up at the gallows without trial if she was caught. She couldn't afford either possibility. As Butch kept following the trail, Nora heard a sharp 'CRACK!' behind her as a signature white line flew past her and into the ground just meters ahead of her; the dirt detonating into a miniature cloud as the bullet embedded itself into the dusty soil. '[i]Just a bit more...'[/i] As if her internal pleas were answered, she could very faintly hear the sounds of the posse breaking away as she saw the town of Blackwater up ahead. A grin overcame her face as she sighed in relief, steering her horse over to the Saloon and stopping at a hitch post. She leaned down and patted Butch on the underside of his neck, reaching into her satchel and giving the horse a handful of hay to graze on as she disembarked her stallion. Throwing the reigns over Butch's head to secure to the post, she straightened herself out and casually walked on in to the Saloon. 

Nora walked in cooly, hearing some version of Ragtime being played on the piano as she approached the bartender. Tipping the man a dollar and fifty cents, she softly said "Mule Skinner." The Bartender nodded, and reached behind the counter to prepare her a drink made of whiskey and blackberry liquor. Nora was thankful that the glasses serving the beverages were small, otherwise she might not leave here on two feet. As the barman was tending to her drinks, Nora took the time to glance around the establishment. Blackwater's Saloon was nothing too fancy compared to those in Saint Denis or some parts of New Hanover. An assemblage of grizzled, weathered characters sat around tables, some alone or in pairs or groups playing Poker if they wern't shotgunning drinks. It's not like Nora wanted to stop here- this place had a seedy undertone that she wasn't particularly fond of. 

"Ma'am, yer Mule Skinnah'." The Bartender said with a slight smile as he handed her the drink. His eyes lingered on hers as she fought the urge to reach over the counter and slap the pervish grin off his face. Tipping her hat down and sipping her drink, she turned her gaze down to the mesmerizing oakwood groves etched into the countertop. She had just raided a Cornwall train, ransacked it for documents and killed all its members... What the hell was going to be her next move?