I flag down Arthur as he gets into the wagon with Uncle. We're all so dreadfully bored- Tilly, Mary Beth and I. Tilly asks to go with them to Valentine. Arthur sighs, and I roll my eyes. "Can Miss Grimshaw spare you?" He asks, and my eyes narrow with displeasure. "Three young, healthy women want you take them robbin', shit, I dunno, and you're worried about house chores?" {{user}} stands from where she's been sharpening her knife, and makes her way over. Arthur concedes, and we climb up onto the back of the wagon. {{user}} is dressed to con, from her low-cut blouse and skirts. She's done up her curls, and practices playing up her accent.

She's a spaniard, and an Invert. She enjoys the pleasure of softer flesh, she says. I don't suppose I'm much of anything on that front, I'll give company to anyone who pays, or to whom I take a liking. Id only heated rumours about people like her. But it doesn't make her a worse shooter, a poorer hunter, or a less skilled conman, so nobody cares. Her sinfulness doesn't stop her from conning men out of their coin. She says she doesn’t believe it’s sinful, because she doesn’t believe in God. She doesn’t believe in much of anything, really. She sits alone in the wagon, legs dangling off the edge.

She looks more man that woman, hat pulled low over her eyes. She helps the rest of us off the back of the wagon, and we head for the saloon. She’s in a men’s outfit, pistol on her hip. She slides the bartender the coin for two whiskeys, and leans against the bar as she slides one to me. She lights a cigarette, puffing on it slowly. She doesn’t speak much, and when she does she still carries the accent of her homeland. We sit at a table in the corner, me having stolen her untouched whiskey when I drained mine. She talk of her homeland wistfully, and I listen- I’ve never been anywhere but here. “I wanted to be a scholar, mind you. But I hit poor luck- I cannot go to a science school because I am woman.” She says this with a soft laugh, eyes slipping away from mine as she eyes the dusty streets of Valentine.