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Date Posted: 08:09:36 06/12/01 Tue
Author: Lady Lidia
Subject: The lady strides in, a horse in trial.

The American lady walks into the livery, her very presence seeming to marr the Western atmosphere. Her lips pursed in a sneer, yet eyes showing pain, she leads her horse forward. She spots the the one called Daniel Houchin, and holds out a gloved hand in a gesture of friendliness. You are surprised by her firm grasp, since she looks to be frail and unsure of herself.

In tow a magnificent grey steed walks, tired and hungry for the most part. Together the duo had made a long and tough journey, and so the journey shall continue, and they were but stopping through the town before they moved on. So far Lady Lidia had seen nothing that had encouraged here to settle here, and now she was restrained by no one, ever since the tragedy that happened back at home, in New York.

"G'morning sir. I have my Arabian horse here, just 6 years old, and he is hungry and tired. I'd appreciate it if you could put him up in the stall, untack him, clean his tack, and feed him. I'll be willing to pay good money, just ask the price."

Though her words are sure, the purse by her side is thin, and only a few gold coins jangle within. When she started her trek, the purse had been fat, several hundred gold, silver, and copper pieces located within, but that had been awhile ago, and her supply of food and money was dwindling rapidly. She might just have no choice but to settle here, until she made more money. Besides, she thinks, there is no point in my life anyway. I have no more happiness, nor nothing to live for. And so she was disgusted, with herself, and with her life.

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