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Lore repeated his words out loud, committing them to memory, "A rifle scope that will fit a 308, got it." As a second thought, she thought to add, "Would you mind holding on to it for me? I think I'll make it a surprise for my mutter. Don't bother looking for me. I'll find you." She accentuated the last statement with a goofy wink. With an exaggerated salute and a large grin, she began her trek to the parlor of the best dancer in town, Arabella.

Finding people is a talent that Lorelei had developed and usually, her kind face could get her just about anywhere. Today though, her baby face was working against her as the bouncers of the saloon were hesitant to let her in. "Guys, I'm just here to deliver a message. That's my job, I'm a messenger. Fred!" She spun to face the larger of the two men, "you know me! I just delivered a message to your mother last week! If you'd like to come between me and a nice juicy piece of meat, you are welcome to continue wasting my time." She only realized later the naughty connotations of her words.

With a sigh of indignation, she finally relented. She had tried to convince these numbskulls, but it was obvious that they tuned her out. "Could you just ask Arabella Putin to come out here then? My business is with her."