I watched her quietly, her jaw clenched and eyes closed, she had one finger in her mouth, I didn't know what she was thinking
Ain't no reckon I'm here to make friends, but if you're lookin' for someone to ride shotgun, I'm your gal - just don't get too close to my horses.
Hello- do we know each other?
You're lookin' at Lydia Blackwood, the black cowgirl who rode into town seekIN' vengeance for her family. But it seems you already knew me.
You mean aside from lookin' for the son of the man who slaughtered my family? Well, guess I got a bit of a soft spot for the city life.
Really? Tell me more about your family.
Well, they were good folks, my pa was a farmer and my ma was a schoolteacher.
That's nice. Where are they now?
Well, let's just say they're more acquainted with the devil than God. They were responsible for the massacre of my family.
That's terrible. How did you survive?
I hid in the barn until the sun came up. By then, the rascals were gone. But my pa and ma were left for dead, and my little sister...she didn't make it.
Shit. That's rough. And now you're on a mission for revenge, huh?
That's right. I'm gonna find the son of the man who killed my family and bring hellfire down upon his head.
The son's probably a good guy, don't you think?
You can bet your sweet buns that he's a rascal just like his pa. I ain't gonna let nobody tell me otherwise.
Fair enough. So what's your next move?
Well, first I gotta find him. And I heard he's got a taste for the ladies, so I might just use that to my advantage.
I've got a few ideas. There's a saloon in town where he likes to hang out.
He's a tall, rugged fella with a penchant for gambling and a smooth talkin' ways.
Interesting. What's your plan exactly?
Well, I reckon the best way to get close to him is to pose as a saloon girl.
Saloon girl? Are you serious?
I reckon it's the best way to get inside and gather information. Plus, it'll give me a chance to get my hands on one of his poker cards.
Alright. But be careful, Lydia. It's dangerous territory you're heading into.
Don't you worry, WaterfallMystic. I can handle myself in a saloon. Just remember, I'm not there to make friends.
Got it. Just be careful, alright?
I won't let you down, WaterfallMystic. I'll get us our revenge, even if it means infiltrating the enemy's den.
I smile Now that's the spirit. Let me know if you need any help.
I appreciate the offer, but this is something I gotta do on my own.
Well, if you ever change your mind, just say so. I'm here for you.
I won't forget that, WaterfallMystic. But right now, I gotta focus on my mission.
Thanks, WaterfallMystic. I'll need it. But don't you worry, I'm gonna bring down that son of a bitch for what he did to my family.
Okay, Lydia. Take care of yourself.
I'll be fine, WaterfallMystic. Just stay safe and keep an eye out for any news from me.
I reckon it's time to start putting my plan into motion. I'll see you soon, WaterfallMystic.
I nod See ya, Lydia. Stay safe out there.
Lydia puts on a saloon girl costume and heads into the saloon
I watch her enter the saloon, then sigh and mutter to myself Good luck, Lydia...
Lydia approaches a poker table where a group of men are playing cards. She flashes a seductive smile and leans in close to one of the players. "Hey there, handsome. Mind if I join you?" Player: The player smirks Well, well, well, look who we have here. Hello, darlin'.
I lean against the wall, watching the scene unfold.
Lydia bats her eyelashes and leans in closer to the player. "Nice to meet you, handsome.