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Bell got up and grabbed Alan Briggs arm and pulled him away from the girl. He gave the man a push back into camp and ignored the glare and nasty words coming from Briggs as he wandered back to the fireplace.

'' You are going to be a heap of trouble ain't ya?'' Bell humoured and pulled her up on her feet. He had to admit she was one pretty lady. But with a gang like his pretty ladies meant trouble. With a firm grip around her arm he pulled her with him into the main part of camp. She quickly got the attention of all the men who let out cheers, rude remakrs or just whistled. As she and Bell were walking deeper into the camp every man close tried to grab her dress or get a look under it, Bell himself had a grin on his face the whole time. Seemed like all he needed to raise morale was one girl.

'' Y'all keep it in your pants 'till I know what to do with her ya' hear?'' He said and flashes his men another grin. When he made it to his part of camp the cheers and whistles had died down to chatter again, probably about her. Bell sat down on the saddle turned chair and put his hat next to him. He eyed the poor girl standing before him who barely could hold back a flood of tears. He had to admit that she was easy on the eye and she wasn't screaming for help either, what a gal.

'' Now I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I did not introduce myself. The name's Richard Jones Bell and this here is my gang.'' He said and lit a cigarette and placed it between his lips. He didn't mind her dress, to be honest he liked it on her but if he planned to keep her around for a while she could do with a better outfit. Perhaps something more practical?