Snippet #2032529

Kate watched Cooper the way one might an adorable, retarded puppy, laughing as the man rolled around in the dirt. He was kind of cute, in a sleazy, seedy way. In any other "rescue" this would be the point at which Kate rifled through the pockets and personal belongings of whatever drunken man she happened to be in the company of, but the cowboy didn't look to have anything but the (sexily unbuttoned) shirt on his back. Still...

She scooted closer and, upon closer inspection, noticed the animal tooth dangling on the length of leather around his neck. "You shoot this yourself, tough guy?" she smirked, rolling the tooth over in her hand. It was a canine tooth, good and sharp, but not one of any animal Kate could identify. (Which meant it was probably fake). She briefly considered its value, wondering if she could sell it to a superstitious fool who believed in mythical beasts, but decided against it. "So," she continued, "what's it for? Good luck charm? Conversation starter? Tool of seduction?" She continued her search as she spoke, unabashedly rifling through his shirt and pants' pocket. This, of course, provoked another string of crass and immature comments, which Kate, for her own childish reasons, found ridiculously amusing. She wasn't sure the man could even understand her with all the liquor in his system, but looting a man's pockets without having the decency to make small talk seemed terribly rude.

To her dismay, the cowboy had only a few coins in his pants' pocket, which she was sure he would've used in the saloon if he'd been able to walk in the door. She would've lifted them from him, but she had money to spare at the moment, and taking petty cash from a drunk man wasn't nearly so fun as robbing banks and such. "Where're you from?" she asked casually, squatting at his side. She wasn't particularly interested in conversing with the comatose Cooper, but she was sure he'd been out in the desert, which meant there was a slim chance he might've seen Tuesday. If Tuesday's coming really was just a rumor, then hanging around Splitcreek was all risk and no reward.