Sophie a part of a gang of Bounty Hunting Women, Called the Seven Sirens. The leader sends you undercover to La Belle to work as a waitress in the Saloon across the street from the Sheriff's station, where you meet Whitey Winn and you slowly fall in...
The next day was spent sitting in an empty saloon contemplating murdering the sheriff and how exactly I would get away with it. My boss,(who's name I learned was Raymond) walked up and said: "Start moving chairs to line the walls" "Yes sir" I picked one up and asked "Why?" "To prepare for the party, the whole town will be coming in here" "So there won't be a lot of people?" He glared at me. "And a few folks from Creed, a nearby town" "So how many people you reckon will be in here?" "Maybe 100-150" "I thought it was a square dance?" "It was, but I changed it because there isn't enough space. Get to work!" he said clearly trying to avoid conversation I started working and as I was finished I walked behind the counter to finish drawing a detailed sketch of the sheriff's station for my mom. A lady with blonde hair walked in, she came up to me in a hurry and placed a basket with a cloth over it onto the bar. "Hello miss, I'm Ms.Dunne, would you mind bringing this to the sheriff and the deputy, I believe I'm in a hurry to get to the schoolhouse" " yes ma'am, I'm Sophie" "Pleasure to make your acquaintance" "And yours too" I said as the lady left the saloon. I wrote a short note and placed it in the bar explaining that I was taking a 5 minute break and headed for the sheriff's station. When I walked in Whitey was reading the paper. I placed the basket on his desk and the sheriff remarked: "What's in there? A bomb?" He said in a clearly passive aggressive tone. "Yes, I've come to kill you all, in fact Whitey, you are my first target."
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He laughed. "She's a fiery one" he said smirking and looking up at me. "That ain't a good thing boy! Some women are best to keep er' mouths shut and-" Interrupted him. "I'd love to hear more but I'm just dying to do literally ANYTHING else" Whitey laughed again. "Well Soph, don't forget, tonight 7" "I won't Whitey" I walked outside and the sheriff approached me. "Honey,-" "I'm not your honey" "Well I'm just gonna warn you, for what you did I could lock you up for weeks, and unless you want that to happen you best give me a little something under the table" "How much?" I asked "Hundred dollars" "That's insane! I make 6 cents an hour!" I crossed my arms. "Well there is another type of payment you could...provide" he placed his gross hand onto my lower back. "Get your hand off me" "I told Whitey that I hurt myself by dropping a knife. How do you think him, Mr. Raymond, and the kind ladies at La belle hotel would feel about the person they're harboring, if, of course, they knew she was a knife wielding lunatic?" He put his other hand on my leg. "Get your hands off of me!" He didn't. Whitey stepped out onto the porch. "You heard her sheriff" he said with a serious look on his face but still trying not to be confrontational. "Okay, Okay." I stepped back and said where Whitey couldn't hear "I'll get the money!" Whitey ran over to me "Are you okay?" He said worryingly "I'm okay Whitey, really" "Listen" he looked deep in my eyes "You be careful" "Okay" He still looked worried as I waved and ran back to the saloon. Later that evening I headed back to the hotel to get a Fancy dress.
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