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The sound of doors slamming shut and people covering their windows made Jenny smile. She looked pretty intimidating with two silver revolvers on her waist and a big black rifle on her back. Her boots crunched on the dirt, and she slowly made her way towards the Silver Spur. A male wearing a duster coat and a low hat smirked at her and waved his hand slightly. "Howdy, Jenny." He smiled, "Y'know the town was bustlin' 'till you came here." He laughed, obviously hinting at her weapons. She laughed slightly, and continued walking towards the Saloon. "What? It's not my fault I know how to accessorize, Mister."

She pushed the swinging doors open, and walked in. It seemed quiet enough, with the usuals sitting around. She pulled up a seat next to Morgan, and was almost instantly handed a glass of whiskey by the barkeep. She handed over some money, and drank her Whiskey. "Howdy Mr. Crowe. Anything interestin' happening here today?" Jenny asked, her smile becoming slightly bigger when she spoke to Morgan.