Lou McCloud's Intro

The gun was dropped onto the floor, stirring the dust and making a hollow sound that matched the feeling in her stomach. She collapsed in a heap by the door, shocked by the day's events. Louise told herself that it was an accident that she had only intended to scare Wicks off, but she couldn't deny the truth, and she knew that his friends wouldn't either. She stood up on shaky legs, listening to the people in the hall, there were voices, then footsteps, then knocking. The men outside started kicking the sturdy door down, while the women of the bordello looked at each other with wide eyes, whispering her name in the darkness. The remains of the door crashed on the floor in less than a minute and the men entered the room.

One body. One gun. One curtain flapping in the wind.

Louise disappeared into the night, clutching her ripped dress together in one hand, and the contents from her pocket in the other. She ran blindly through the town, knowing there was nowhere to hide and that she had to get out of there fast. She also knew that there was only one thing for it. Louise sprinted into the stable and went over to the dark colored stallion in the corner. She hushed the disturbed horse with her soft voice and started to prepare it for a long ride.

Shivering in her flimsy ripped dress, Louise urged the horse on. Keeping off the main route they stumbled blindly down unknown pathways, and picked their way through dense bush. The horse snorted and stopped, shaking Louise out of her dreaming. She shifted in the saddle and found she could smell the familiar odor of smoke. She looked around her and silently stepped onto the ground as she crept towards the smell slowly.

Louise soon found herself looking into a makeshift camp, the dying fire lit the area, bottles lay strewn around and the flames flickered shadows across the faces of the three men. She hoped that they all had drunk too much and wouldn't hear her, she cursed herself as she quietly searched the saddle bags and dug out a black woolen jacket and dark pants, Louise then picked up a nearby hat and left as quickly as she had come. She shook her head as she put on the clothes, not believing what she'd just done. The trousers were way too long and too wide but they were better with the belt hooked on the last notch. The jacket was quite loose, but she was warm and dry. The brown hat was the best find, she twirled her long hair into a bun and placed it squarely on her head, already feeling safer and better about herself, she swung herself back on the horse and continued on.

The afternoon sun blazed down on the small rider and horse as she rode into another dusty town. Louise wasn't sure what town it was or where it was, but she was nearly falling off the horse with exhaustion, after riding all night and most of the day.

The hotel clerk was cleaning the counter when Louise stumbled up the steps, he looked up with interest at the newcomer who looked extremely worse for wear, "Like a room son?" The hotel clerk flicked through the register and looked up again at her expectantly.

Louise turned around, looking for the man he was addressing in confusion when it dawned on her that it was her.

"Oh, um yeah, I need a room" she muttered with a smirk as she pulled out the money she had taken from Wicks' pocket. The clerk gave her change, a key and pointed her in the right direction. She fumbled with the key in the lock, made it through the door and collapsed on the bed in a heap.

The sky was beginning to lighten with the promise of the upcoming sun when Louise first stirred. Her head was foggy and when she opened her eyes she couldn't remember where she was. She sat up suddenly when the details sank in and put her head in her hands. "God what am I going to do?" she asked herself as she huddled her knees. Some time later with a washed face and stolen clothes she stepped out into the fresh air. Louise walked through the main street. She was looking in windows and trying to figure out where she was without embarrassing herself when she came across a note taped in one of the windows:

WANTED: Young, skinny, wiry fellows not over eighteen. Must be expert rider willing to risk death daily. Orphans preferred. $25 per week.

She quickly dismissed it and continued down the street when a thought suddenly struck her, the hotel clerk had mistaken her for a boy hadn't he? It would also be a good way to hide from anyone looking for her. She shook her head again, naw, it was a crazy idea, no one would be able to fall for it, would they? Louise doubled back and studied the note again, she shrugged her shoulders and let herself inside the shop. Louise stepped out of the hotel for the last time and started to make her way to the Sweetwater Express Station, she had been told to ask for a man named Joseph and was feeling extremely nervous. She untied the black horse and rubbed the back of her head, her long hair chopped off with rough scissors, and with it went her identity. She shook her head, "you have to start over girl" she told herself as she jumped on the horse and headed off.

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