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Post by elizabeth mccoy on Feb 4, 2008 15:25:51 GMT -5
Elizabeth smiled a bit as the brunette made a joke about the women having to deal with the beasties around here. It was a bit true, especially with the Irishman jumping a good fifty feet in the air over barely the sight of it. "I'm guessing that you're right..." she said with a slight smile. It was nice to see someone with her kind of strength. Living in the high class places that she did, Elizabeth had grown up with girls that cared more about how they looked, who they had relationships with and what their social standings were rather then how they were going to actually live their lives. They were content with being the pretty faces only and that made her sick. It was nice to have a refreshment from that life she'd lived with all those years.
Once the snake was dead, she took the knife back from the girl and nodded at her thanks. The Irishman then returned, his curiousity over-riding his fear. "It's alright, he's dead now..." she said with a slight smirk in his direction. He still seemed wary of the snake, but Elizabeth could assure him that the little critter couldn't go anything to him anymore.
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Post by Sara Caid on Feb 4, 2008 17:39:00 GMT -5
Sara had no idea what they did or did not have in Ireland, but she found Seamus' reaction to be a laughing matter nevertheless. Her eyes sparkling as she chuckled and turned to show him the limp reptile in her hand. She was not shy about blood or death among beasts. She'd had to kill a horse once with a pistol, crying all the while, and after that she knew that when it had to be done - it simply had to be done. Knowing she'd be rather shocked if he took it from her, she offered it up nevertheless, "Y'can touch it, if ya'd like, Seamus. On my honor it won't kill ya."
The other woman, stoic and quiet as she watched the whole proceedings save for the occassional comment, drew Sara's attention once again as she spoke to the Irishman. Her brows rose as she took in her form and blonde hair with a calculating glance before she deemed her worth speaking to. She wasn't quiet in a fearful way, but rather in a fearsome way. As Sara was, she was taking in everything all the while, but she just chose to talk less than Sara. She could appreciate that. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Sara Caid, own a ranch a bit a way from town. You passin' through or settlin' in?"
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Post by Seamus Doherty on Feb 4, 2008 18:43:04 GMT -5
He smiled wryly to himself at the looks they gave him. Aye, aye, a grown man -- mostly grown, at least -- running away from a snake like a little girl. When Sara offered it, he shrugged and reached out to poke it. As promised, it didn't move much, just swung slightly from the touch. It was kind of dry; he'd expected it to be slimy. "If Saint Patrick could see me now," he said with a laugh, putting his hand back in his pocket. Dead bodies didn't bother him unduly. He had grown up in the aftermath of a famine, after all. Snakes, though, snakes were just unnatural -- they were like an arm, wrigglin' about on the ground, with great terrible teeth in one end.
While Sara was introducing herself to the blonde woman, Seamus almost consciously faded into the background, leaning against the hitching post where he had tied the woman's horse and letting his hair fall across his face to shade his eyes from the sun.
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Post by elizabeth mccoy on Feb 4, 2008 20:17:41 GMT -5
Elizabeth watched as the man prodded at it. It was quite a sight to see, but held back laughter. She had no room since she was sure that some of her fears were even more humorous then his own. Maybe he just wasn't a fan of snakes. That was actually quite ironic considering he was obviously Irish and that old tale about Saint Patrick and all the snakes in Ireland. As if reading her mind, the next words that came from the man's mouth dealt with that very subject and Elizabeth managed to throw him a bit of a smile. She knew the lore of most places well enough that if she ever managed to stumble her way across the pond, she'd know enough to gain her a bit of respect.
The girl's voice broke her from her thoughts and she turned with a curious look. This girl, Sara, she seemed nice enough, but Elizabeth was still unsure if friends were what she was looking to make. You didn't exactly strike fear in the hearts of people as an outlaw if you were a social figure of the town. Still, she didn't want to be written off as trouble immediately. The last thing she wanted was to draw bad attention to herself since the law usually followed after that. "Not really sure yet...I'm Elizabeth...Elizabeth McCoy."
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Post by Sara Caid on Feb 4, 2008 23:42:32 GMT -5
Irish folklore went completely over Sara's head, unfortunately, but she opted to inquire after this 'Saint Patrick' from Seamus later. She supposed, for now, that he had been a friend of her favorite ranchhand. Now that they'd had their fun with Seamus, Sara was feeling a tad awkward holding a dead snake in her hand. A quick glance around showed no one ready to take it and the passersby continued doing just that - passing by. She frowned, trying to determine briefly whether or not to just cast the carcass aside. That seemed rather disrespectful.
She didn't interrupt her frown when Elizabeth spoke, though she did glance up to offer a quick smile, "Mighty pleased to make yer acquaintance, Ms. McCoy. Stayin' or no, I do hope ya find the town hospitable. If ya ever need anythin' ya can head on to Caid Ranch. Ain't much, but we could lend a hand." Absently she looked to Seamus, suddenly, as if to wonder why he hadn't introduced himself.
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