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Ambrosina shrugged playfully at Jack. "Always take the defensive first. Don't get too protective Jackie." She wasn't trying to be mean nescicarrially but more of a sarcastic banter. Her attitude permitted it. Most often people mistook or sarcasm for cruelty. "Jim? No humor! Boys have the best humors! How can you have lost it? Eh kid?" She gave him a surprised face and shook her head. "You best go find it before you get depressed. Humor's the best thing a person can have in life." Her eyes moved to Chetan when he spoke and laughed, a hearty sound that was obviously sincere. She hated faking things.

"Oh, I am smart. You have a good sense of people, Chetan. Good name by the way. I love redskin names. Always so nice on the tongue." It was nice having a normal conversation with people, especially an Indian. It wasn't often Indians came up to whites just for some casual talking. "Not even going to invite me? What kind of man you are, Jackie!" She called out after him. When they left she looked up at the sky and breathed in deeply, trying to wonder what to do the rest of the day.

It wasn't hard to figure that out. Inside she went. When the gamblers look up all of them but one groaned. "Awww not again Rosie! We just got some winnin's!"

"Calm your horses, ya bunch of sour pusses. No more games for me. You take your crazy winnin's. They probably aren't well deserved anyways." Waving a hand she went back over to Jack and his friends, hands on her hips. "Aren't you supposed to invite the lady to dinner? After just meeting some interesting folks, I kinda want to join in." A hand went to her head and she pulled her hat off, placing it on the table, and she sat down next to Jim, if only to tease him a bit.

"The names Ambrosina by the way. Call me Rosie or Rose if ya want though. My name is kinda mouth full if ya ask me."

((Ala's turn nao? *yaaaaaaawns* Ala SLEEPEH.

ALSO. Forewarning... This is all Jack here, sweetheart. Ala has nothing to do with what he says. Seems like he's nursin' a rather bitter grudge for some reason or another... AND I DON'T YET KNOW WHY.))

It didn't take long for the woman Jack had run into to follow him back into the building. He knew it was coming, but had hoped, at least a bit, to avoid it. At least get a meal in beforehand, right? Yeah, not so lucky.

While Jim and Chetan discussed shoe peril and had their fill of examining cards (much to the irritation of those actually playing the game), Jack hissed a few choice curse words to himself the moment he spotted Rosie sauntering back into the Saloon, hands on hips. Jack raised an eyebrow at her as he slowly removed his gloves, looping them on his belt, followed by his hat. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair to rid himself of any hat-head, and raised an eyebrow at the woman. "Yeah, well, I dun' see any real ladies 'round, so I found no need ta be shootin' off invitations ta dinner. You end up with unwanted guests if ya do it that way." He gave a one-shouldered shrug, "But I guess that doesn't matter much to ya, does it?"

He would have added a, 'An' dun' call me 'Jackie,'' but why bother pushing against the inevitable?

It was obvious the cowboy was in a suddenly bad mood. ((AND I DON'T KNOW WHY!))

In any case, that didn't bode well for poor Jim. The boy, for what Jack had expected, really hadn't caused too much trouble. Sure, the bandit of a cowboy hadn't done much yet, but at least it hadn't come to a fist-fight... Or worse. Nevertheless, Jack's temper was already heated, and the boy's complaining about being booted from the meeting wasn't helping. "Yup, that's about it, kid. In so any words. It's MY business, and I plan on keepin' it that way. We have our deal, but I'm not about ta take any chances on it, comprende?"

He took a moment to lean back in his chair, pinch the bridge of his nose with his calloused thumb and forefinger, and give a very big, very deep sigh. This was why he'd ditched his last crew and opted for solo work. Too many disagreements. "Listen to Chetan if you won't listen to me, Jim, I dun--"

"Here y'are. Enjoy." The waitress had come with their meal, and rather unceremoniously put it in front of them, only giving Rosie a nod of acknowledgment as she did so. She then disappeared as fast as she'd come.

But Jack didn't have time to finish his sentence even then, because another familiar face joined the crowd, though he didn't exactly look pleased to be there, and for a few reasons. One, he was early, and last he'd checked, early meant waiting around, doing nothing, and letting your brain work on your already frazzled nerves. Another was that he'd been coerced into this job by means he didn't exactly enjoy. Third, he owed that man sitting in the corner money. Aw crap.

Tugging at his short-brimmed hat, the man shuffled his way over to Jack's rapidly filling table, and sat down a bit too stiffly between Chetan and the blonde cowboy. The man looked to be just past the prime of his life, if it could have even been called that. He wore a pair of dirty glasses that barely concealed the fact he was sporting two black eyes. They looked to be in the downhill process of healing, but there was a sort of twitch in his left eye that suggested such things have happened on more than one occasion. Another silently speaking that opinion was his very crooked nose - it had been broken (and badly) in at least three different places. One of them seemed to be the match for the pair of black eyes. His mess of red hair was just that - a mess. And he hadn't bothered to take off his hat. The man was skinny and held himself in a sort of curve, fingers laced together and hovering over his stomach.

In short, the guy looked like he'd seen better days. And that the beer he had taken from Chetan's spot might just knock him over, but he drank it anyway. "Heyo, Jack," The man said, rubbing his mouth on his sleeve after he'd downed half the glass. "Big group 'ere... I tought we were gonna have a couple o' oters here, 'n no more..." His accent was a very thick Irish.

"Plans change, Callahan. And yer early." Jack said, before taking a rather large bite of the sandwich he'd been brought. "An' I'm not talkin' 'till I'm done eatin', so, sorry, but you'll haveta wait."

"O'Course, o'course..." Callahan muttered into Chetan's beer before gulping down the rest of it in one go.

((....I'll stop there! OH YEAH. LOOK AT THAT. DECENTLY LONG POST. WHO WOULDA THUNK IT?!

And WHUT? Jack personality coming to life? NO WAY.

I'm gonna go to bed before I write another post full of OOC. WOO. NIGHT.))

((Haha sorry. I was out all yesterday running around to places with my friends. It was fun fun fun.

Lala, haha I never take anything personally. So why are you warning me? xD Anyways. It just shows they can have some really interesting historrry.))

Rosie raised her brows at Jack when he retorted bitterly. "Ouch. My heart feels wounded and weak. Oh the ways you play are so cruely, Jackie." She put a hand to her chest and sighed, obviously just playing around to either anger Jack more or a playful banter.

She watched Jim with amusement and smiled over at him. "You make me feel like a disease, handsome. Don't go lettin' Jack here influence you too much. You should look up to Chetan there instead." Nodding slowly she laughed at Chetan's comment. "Well I've never heard of a man named Rosie. But if there ever were such a thing than I'd die happily." Her hand waved in the air before Jim and Jack began bickering about leaving and doing things.

"Poor kid. I could come out and help ya if you wanted!" She made to get up from her chair but Jim quickly, and dramatically left. A smirk played on her lips and she settled back down into her seat. "What a polite young man." That was when Callahan came over and she winced a bit at his looks. "Wow..." Was all she had to say to get her point across. "Other folks? Oh man I really sure have picked the best time to get reacquainted with you, my friend." Leaning back a bit in her chair she took her hair down and ran her fingers through it. The hair that framed her face made her look a bit too womanly for the clothes she wore, but that was quickly fixed once she pulled it back up again and tied it in a bun.

There was nothing like a heated up conversation to make a woman pleased.

((OMG WHAT. POST. OKAY.))

"Very funny." Chetan retorted with an even broader smile. He felt the wound dealt from waddling around in uncomfortable white man shoes heal a little.

To heal the wound completely he put a hand on Rosie's shoulder. "You're an odd one, Jack. A woman's opinion is a very valuable thing. Women in my tribe were actually mostly in charge. I think we should keep her." And he smirked at him with that wild laugh of his to let him know he was joking, but his eyes were on Rosie. "I know these things. She's smart."

He knew he would never let her stay, however. Instead he tossed his head to the door where JIm had gone. "It might be more useful, that way." He suggested slyly and in a low voice. He figured she was smart enough to know that anything she wanted to pry about, she could find out from JIm.

((I has a plan with Jim if you want to do that, J. Unless she's going to be stubborn. WHATEVER SUITS YOUR FANCY. Either way, she's in XD))

Chetan then turned his attention back to the Irishmen. He grinned at his odd accent, pleased. "I like how you speak." He said bluntly and then laughed at his comment about his brother's remark. "You don't need to live close together to be related by spirit." He joked shaking his shoulder a bit. "I'm sure you and I have the same spirit animal. That's how we are the same."

He then frowned and saw through the obvious lie and then Jack's remarks. He smiled. "I'd hate to see the other guy."

"Alright." Chetan said. "What exactly is going on, anyway?" And he leaned forward on his elbows, tugging at his collar. With his free hand he unbuttoned it a few to loosen it up. He was grinning with such an open and honest face, it was hard to believe he was getting into anything illegal.

((Hahaha, she's going to have fun with Jim... poor, poor Jim... *shakes her head*

I ALMOST FEEL SORRY FOR HIM... allllmost.))

Jim had been picking their hooves when Rosie arrived outside the barn they were being kept. Half his meal was crammed in his mouth and he was chewing it hard. It was obvious he was smouldering with a mix of hurt pride and stubbornness; a potentially dangerous mix. When Rosie spoke he stopped what he was doing and swallowed hard. His sandwich slid slowly and painfully down his throat. The hoof he had been cleaning slid from his hand and hit the dusty earth. Jack's horse gave an irritated snort.

Rio, in Jim's sudden awkwardness, seemed relaxed about the whole ordeal. He whickered softly at the woman's touch. With his nose he butted her shoulder affectionately, encouraging her to pet him more. Jim half glared at his ride like a traitor, but his pale eyes were on Rosie again.

He gave his head a few jerky nods at her statement. "I like horses." Was his remark on the whole thing. He was red around the collar and his jaw was tight. He ignored the fact how stupid he sounded just then and scowled at the dust instead.

He was unsure how to act around her. The only women he'd ever seen were those in dresses and who acted as such. Rosie threw him off. The only other woman who had been quite as unfeminine was his own mother, but only in so many ways... he supposed then... why not just treat her just as she's dressed?

Exhaling heavily he looked her straight in the eyes. "Listen." He said in the clearest voice he had been able to manage with her so far. For some reason he only now just noticed they were the same height, maybe he even a little taller, and realized just how small she made him feel. "I dunno about you, but I wanna know what the Hell's going on, so if you want to, I can get us in." As he said these things he put the horses back up, with the exception of Chetan's who regarded the barn with disinterest and wandered to the edges of town.

That done he waved to her and walked around the back of the saloon. "But ya gotta keep your trap shut."

((WHERE YOU GOIN', JIM?! And there we go... he can KINDA talk to her like a normal person now... sort of. He just has to pretend she doesn't have boobs XD))

Rosie smiled sweetly at Jim. "It's hard NOT to like them. My little sister thinks they're ugly beasts though. She's a strange one at that. Two years younger than me but still totally the opposite. She's a darn girly girl. Always looking at herself and everythin'. But enough about my troubles." She waved a hand and pat the horse on the neck when it butted her shoulder. "I like you too." When Jim looked nervous she laughed over at him and shrugged.

"Just cause I'm a woman don't make me much different than a guy friend. I act enough like one. I just don't have them balls." She said it so blatantly it was hard not to like her. It was obvious she could tell it like it is, which most of the time was a good thing. Her eyes moved to him and she nodded. "Of course I wanna know what's goin' on. Did you know, Jack used to be a very open man. Amazing how age changes that, huh? Old men tend to be more crabby." She gave a joking laugh and helped Jim put up the horses.

"Right, trap shut. Sir, yes, sir." With a short, mocking salute she followed after him, despite the fact he was still pretty much a kid, she'd let him have his fun. She knew boys, she grew up with them, and she knew they hated when woman led them. "I can tell we're gonna be best friends, you and me."

((Hahaha I might bring in her sister later...I have an amusing idea for her personality and stuff. Also, Lala, I kinda just figured they knew each other as kids maybe? It'd make things a bit more fun...more history to play around with. hahaha.))

((JOHNNY CASH BABY! *pumps a fist in the air*))

"Yeh've got that right, kiddo," Barrel said with a laugh. "Hadda teach him ta shoot, and that still didn't much help. Nasty temper on that one too." Callahan nodded his firm agreement on such matters.

A bit of a smile crossed Jack's face when the quantity of horses being questioned was answered by a gruff voice. He was hoping Sue would show up. "As fer how many horses, Sue, yeah, it does matter, it seems." He flashed her a smile of his own and looked over to Chetan. Just what was the boy planning?

"Dunno what this kid's talkin' about, but it seems interestin'," Barrel said brightly, leaning forward on the table to close up their discussion a bit. "An' yeh, I can ride. And we've all got horses... Well, Callahan here's been ridin' an a** for a while. Got his horse shot down in a scuffle," The man bit back a chuckle.

Callahan glowered at him, "No need ta remind me. And I don' go on yar main trips anyhow."

Jack remained fairly quiet, and instead eyed Chetan curiously. He knew bringing the young man along would prove interesting... He just wondered how profitable the move would be. "Awright, so we've all got our rides, and there's six horses ta take care of before we can stop our 'lil carriage. Whatchoo got in mind, Chetan?"