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Location: To Armadillo! 

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	[i]'Someone threw dynamite? Really?!'[/i] Nora chided herself on her borderline idiotic dramatics as she sped away on her horse- yet keeping a distance to allow the fool to catch up behind her. The only thing she could think of was the trail ahead- and the piercing shrills of lawmen's whistles didn't help ease her mind about the additional counts of manslaughter she racked up, just to save a deadbeat gambler. At this rate, the sheer accumulations of wanted posters across the various towns in the state of Lemoneye would surely attract trouble of a non-governmental nature, that of which she was sure of. Reflexivley moving her left hand up to cradle the stolen papers nestled inside her field satchel, she breathed a relieved sigh. This was good, and she had what she came for despite the trouble. Nora gradually slowed down as the whistles got quieter and faded into the background, and she finally stopped to let the man she'd saved catch up to her. Glancing ahead of her, she realized that she was now in quite an alien bit of land. Beige-white ground stretched for miles across a clear blue sky, and the temperature notably spiked upward as well. She'd never left the State of Lemoneye before today, and she almost considered turning back despite facing the lawmen of Blackwater. Glancing back behind her, she was reminded of why she was here by the sight of the man heading toward her. Once he was within hearing distance, she spoke up with a thick North-Dakotan accent. "Would ya mind tellin' me what that was all about, mister?"