The two of you had been sent by Dutch to scope out the livestock town of Valentine and look for leads. The orders were to stay out of trouble and make connections.

You had no problem doing that, it was easy for you to turn on your charm and become affable and friendly to people you met. You had split up from her, deciding to talk to the locals in the saloon whilst she took the general store and hotel.

It had all been going smoothly until you heard a commotion outside, as you pushed the saloon doors open you saw Abigail stood over a man laying in the mud. Her fist clenched and hat askew.

As she bent down to lift the man back to his feet, you stopped her, pushing her back slightly to separate her. The woman flinched but soon snapped back to reality, sighing.

“I know what Dutch said. . . but he asked for it!”

She mumbled, knowing you would probably give her a lecture. Her stubbornness and temper often got the better of her.