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Post by Deputy Cody O'Neill on Oct 15, 2012 21:16:38 GMT -8
Cody's horse walked nicely and confident in the town. Whisper held himself like his owner. The two are a pair. They had confident, bold and knew what they are capable to do. They know they are damned good what they do.
As Cody saw females walking, or staring, he placed his right hand on the lid of his cowboy hat and he nodded to them. Yes, he was the law and a gentleman. Lord knows he could tell some of them are prostitutes. That nice shiny badge on his left breast of his jacket showed he was the deputy. That was why a few females rolled their eyes, threw their chins in the air at him, turned around, and walked away with a big ass attitude. Cody had to watch them a bit. They did show their assets, he was male after all.
The dark eyes of the new arrive of the deputy studied the streets. Another town, more protection and it was a different location. Criminals are all over the place. The job was to protect the good people of Del Feugo. It was a job he was good and very proud of,
Whisper jerked his head to the left and up, because Whisper was saying I don't want to stop. I want to strut and show we are here for business.
Cody stroked Whisper's neck, "Now, Whisper, don't be cocky," he told his horse as he stirred him to the post. He sat there studying the outside area of the Sheriff's office. The site was something he needed to be familiar with. That will be the first thing he will need to do. Go inch by inch of this city and get to know her lay out.
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Post by Rio Daniels on Oct 17, 2012 8:23:54 GMT -8
Being a criminal was something that Rio had chosen as her path in life. She knew and understood that and she would take the blame for her mistakes. However, she only had a couple of choices at the time and she had to make them quickly simply because it was a matter between life or death. Her father had sacrificed his life for her and she would not let it be in vain. And she would not become a prostitute. She had more dignity than that, and she had only been ten years old when she had to make the choice.
Shaking her head now, she allowed her stallion to trot along at his own pace, not minding the stead gait he set. His gaits were always smooth, so whatever he decided was fine with her. Patting his muscled neck, Rio lost herself in her thoughts of the past. She wondered who she would be now if her parents hadn't suffered at the hands of the Native Americans. Would she be a ranch hand to her father? Would her mother force her into dresses and try to make her into a lady? Rio had always been rebellious. It hadn't just cropped up when she became an outlaw. But her mother's influence had always been affective on the young girl simply because she wanted the woman's approval. Who knew, maybe she would be more of a lady.
She would certainly have more manners than she did now, that was for sure. Shaking her head as she thought about it, she sighed softly, feeling that familiar ache in her heart. She missed her parents. She missed her old life but she was quickly accepting the life she led now. Lewt certainly helped with that and she owed him a lot for everything that he doing for her. Smiling softly at the very thought of him, she suddenly caught sight of a rather stately looking man heading her way. His destination seemed to be the Sheriff's Office and Rio narrowed her gaze at that realization. A new law officer. She was going to have to tell Lewt so they could learn more about this ,man.
Urging West forward, the nearly all white horse tossed his head in protest, loping forward for her. She settled him once they neared the law office and her blue eyes cut across the distance to the man in front of her. She wished that she had taken more care to dress as a male, but everyone knew her in this town now. There would be no point. This man didn't know her however and she wondered if she would have more sway dressed as a gentleman. Sighing those thoughts away, she eyed him warily. "Yer the new deputy? Ya won't last long. Last one didn't." She knew nothing gave her away as an outlaw, but it wouldn't matter if it did. She hadn't committed any crimes lately, besides shooting her boyfriend in the Saloon. But he hadn't died, and he hadn't made a fuss about it to the authorities. Right now, she was innocent.
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Post by Deputy Cody O'Neill on Oct 17, 2012 17:09:35 GMT -8
The white horse was a beautiful horse, and the female on it was beautiful too.
Cody appreciates horses because he worked on a horse ranch when he was young, he became a cowboy, but he decided to become a Deputy. It was something he grew into. There were stories about these great Sheriff's capturing criminals. His favorite Sheriff was Garrett and Billy the Kid. It was the super heroes of those days. Cody grew up wanting to be like Sheriff Garrett.
The female had blue eyes, she had a dress on, but she did not dress like fancy like the other woman. He noted she was not delicate like other females. What does this tell him? She had grew up possible with no mother in his life. How did he figured that out? That's how observant he was.
“Thank you Ma'am for informing me,” he told her tapping his hat with his leather gloved hand. “I am sure there are watching me and sizing me all ready. My name is Cody O'Neill,” he said, turning watching her. “You are?”
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Post by Rio Daniels on Oct 20, 2012 12:16:27 GMT -8
Rio adjusted herself in her saddle, getting more comfortable as she sat upon her horse's back. West was placid now that they were actually stationary, and she patted his neck to praise him for it. Looking across at the deputy in front of her, the young woman studied him. Her photographic memory would allow her to remember his face whenever she called it to mind. Not that she needed to. She planned on keeping out of the law's hands for quite some time. Watching him with a distanced interest, she wondered how he had come to the job around these parts. Del Fuego wasn't exactly on the map, which is the reason that she didn't mind remaining here for a longer period of time.
She suddenly felt a pull on the leg of her pants and looked down to see West nibbling at her, turning his head around to try to get at her. Sighing, she wiggled her foot, letting him know that she didn't need him drooling all over her pants. Hearing the man's voice in front of her, both horse and rider turned their focus back to him,
"I'm sure they already know more than ya think, sir." She knew that her tone didn't hold the respect that she should be showing to the local enforcement but she had never been given a reason to respect them. They were no help when it came to what had happened to her family's ranch and she didn't want to give them the time of day usually. But today, she simply wanted to get a feel for this man before her.
As he asked for her name, Rio debated for only seconds on telling him who she really was. She didn't need anyone connecting her with the Daniels' family ranch that had been ransacked ten years ago, just outside of town. Even though this man was new, she didn't know how far he would go in to investigating the people he had met. "Dana Eldridge." Her voice held nothing but truth and her profession required her to be a liar. She knew how to convince someone of a lie, and the name had slipped easily from her. Something as easy as lying about a name had always been easy. Watching him for a moment, she shook her head. "Ya think yer goin' to be the one to stop the crime here?"
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Post by Deputy Cody O'Neill on Oct 22, 2012 19:22:30 GMT -8
"I'm sure they already know more than ya think, sir."
“Like a horse that senses danger,” he replied to her. The man was not sure what she did, but she was clever enough to come up to him and introduce herself. Heck, she could be a good person or a bad person. She was not holding a gun, or a knife. She was not even making a threat. She was not breaking no law.
Dana Eldridge, Ya think yer goin' to be the one to stop the crime here? she asked.
“Well, Miss Eldridge, when there is good people there will always be crime,” he told her. He stroked his horse's neck, which his horse was taking glances at the horse next to him, but his horse was well mannered not pestering his rider. “I slow it down, or try to show the law is here to stop anyone,” he told her. “Miss Eldridge what do you do here in Del Fuego?” he asked trying to see what she do.
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