Aɴɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ Tᴏᴘsғɪᴇʟᴅ
Wesley Topsfield was the strongest man Annette had ever known. There had been a lingering guilt inside Annette, her whole trip into town from the family's ranch. The sun was warm in the sky and Nettie couldn't help but think that her father was wide awake searching for his daughter who was no where to be found. She was old enough, it was possible she had just taking a trip into town for supplies or for some fun to cool off. What would happen when day turned into night? What would happen when one night would turn into several? The man would worry himself into his literal death bed, if not go insane looking for his one and only daughter.
Nettie knew she would get Richard Dawson before that though, she knew through the grapevine that there was a group of people wanting to get together to destroy this man. He had screwed over plenty of people who had made Dawson into the prosperous town that it was now. Arriving at the saloon fairly early, Annette ordered herself a drink and snacked on some sunflower seeds. She could go for a hearty breakfast at the moment, but didn't want to stay at the saloon for very long. It wasn't a place for a young woman during any time of the night unless you were looking for work or looking for trouble.
Sometimes both.
Annette spoke kindly with one of the worker girls, complimenting her outfit and small talking about where she had gotten it from. Nettie didn't want to go into too much details. All the prostitutes had mouths larger than any hole in their body, and if Nettie told one of them that she had plans to seek out the group to kill Richard Dawson- it would be the talk of the bar before she could spit the shell of her sunflower out.
Lucky for her, a man beat her to it. This was the man she was looking for after all, and he definitely made strong first impressions. Nettie went to speak,
"Hello, I'm Annette Topsfield, my father owns the ranch out there on t-" One of the goons spoke over her, pushing her aside in the tussle that was ready to rear it's ugly head. As the fight made it's way outside, Nettie placed some money on the table, and slipped the worker who had gotten her hair grabbed a little extra. Women deserved respect. Walking outside she was ready to speak again, but this time was interrupted with a gun fight breaking out.
"Oh Lord have mercy!" Annette called as she took cover by a Native woman, who had been dressed like a young worker man. Nettiie ducked her head, her hands flattening her mess of curly blonde hair. Standing next to the woman they were on completely different spectrum of features, but they were both strong and beautiful women none the less. It wasn't until the arrow pierced the man's neck directly that Annette realized that this person was not just a pretty face but a skilled marksman!
"Nice shot." Nettie cooed, from her spot. She surely hoped that this woman was a part of this group that was forming, because this smooth talking "Coyote" would need all the help he could get!
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