[color=goldenrod][b]Hannah Bennett[/b][/color]
LOCATION: Town of McKinley; above the Saloon

The golden hues of dawn were slowly creeping along the floral wallpaper and the cool morning breeze fluttered the lace curtains. All outside was quiet and unmoving, save for the stray dog that trotted neatly down the dirt road; it was a stark contrast to the night before where hollarin', guns, and shattering glass filled the street around the Saloon in the typical evening cacophony. The peace of the twilight was only minutes from being broken as town folk would start their days and prairie folk would head into town. 

With a startled gasp, Hannah sat straight up in bed, her long brown hair matted with sweat against her face and neck. The little room had witnessed yet another night of tossing, turning, and muttering all night long. Blinking.... blinking... and a with a bit of rubbing, the woman tried to shake the horrible nightmares from her memory, to no avail. With shaking hands, she reached over to the flask on the nightstand and quickly unscrewed it for a drink... empty. 

"One more thing I gotta do today..." She muttered as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, knocking over a boot that was precariously left next to the bed. 

Without much more sound, Hannah quickly shimmied out of her night gown and into her clothes and boots, brushed her hair and braided it out of her face, put her knives and belt with the pistol on, grabbed her hat, and headed downstairs. Below was a dimly lit room that had been standing room only the night before, now only filled with motionless chairs and an old upright piano. Behind the bar, the owner was busy unboxing a shipment of various liquors that had come only moments after Hannah had woken up. 

"Well good mornin', Miss. Did ya sleep well?" The man with the handlebar mustache asked, sliding a bottle of tequila onto the shelf. 

Hannah nodded quietly, sliding onto a bar stool. "Well 'nough, anyway. Are y'all serving breakfast yet? Or at least some coffee? I would take both if'in ya are."

"What kind of a Inn keeper would'n I be if'in I didn't offer food at any time of tha day?" He said with a chuckle... Hannah mentally scowled at him for it, it was too early for this level of energy. "I'll go get ya some coffee and some sausage and toast going.... OH, but before I get to it, I did some askin' around last night 'bout that red headed bounty man you asked after. A couple of folks had seen him 'round here but couldn't remember win. You might'n be in luck if you keep diggin' around."

To that, Hannah managed a soft smile. "Thank ya. Do ya mind asking 'round tonight and seeing if anyone else has heard of him. I don't wanna waste my time if he ain't no good. Or if'in anyone mentions anyone else that can help me hunt down this Thunder Hill Clan... I just got a few men to put behind bars..." [i]Or six feet under.[/i] she added mentally, her hand unconsciously dropping to touch the cool metal of the Smith and Wesson at her hip.