Good old Porter. It Charlemagne's mind there was something to be said about the specific charm the town held. Quiet, for the most part, and though not a party, like the place he referred to with beloved recognition as the "Della docks". No. This place was a gem, a different animal altogether. He meant to arrive by morning, and left with full intentions to do so, thus he had hardly eaten- he was starving, and thirsted for a good drink.
He was riding a beautiful black and white horse. Gosh if it weren't it favorite, it was definitely up there. He liked how he ran, and how not even his ears flinched at the sound of gun firing. This horse was unshakable, sturdy and he ran fast.
Leaving Wheaton had been the best choice for everyone. There's something to be said about the persistence of the label "wanted man", which entailed many people, be it dim or not, recognizing you far too quickly for comfort. Luckily Charles liked the attention. Just as long as they didn't focus on his little sister.
That was hardest part. Worrying about his younger sister was indeed one of things that actually did weigh on Charlemagne's mind these days. To the point where he even expressed to travel separately from her, so people wouldn't associate them together too often.
Charlemagne Woodson
If he had to guess, he had a feeling where she'd wait for him, though. His eyes moved to the tavern as he and his horse approached. He slowed the stead's galloping to a walk, and dropped to his feet after a moment. He led the horse to the trow in front of the place, right straight by the windows so he could keep an eye on it.
He moved around toward the steps, and pushed through the doors into the bar. Luckily there was no such dramatic entrance where the outlaw walks in and the music stops while people stare. Sure some people looked, but Charles threw them a glare that immediately force their gazing elsewhere. He took off his hat as his green eyes scanned the bar. He saw his sister immediately and walked over to take the seat next to her.
"Howdy," he grinned a little, happy to see Lenora had made it all right. He looked to the bar keep and tapped the counter, with an almost lazy smile he called over for a whiskey.