The man looked down at Halley, as she looked up at the seemingly giant man atop the horse. Halley was offered a rather big hand, that belonged to the Marshall. She put her small petite hand in his and was lifted up onto the horses rear. His horse seemed rather small and a bit old compared to other horses she'd seen, but nevertheless, she did not complain about the random act of kindness she had been given by the town's new Marshall. She watched from the seat in the saddle, as the man dismounted and untied a mat and tied it back onto the rear end of the horse. It looked like a little make shift saddle fit for a lady of her size. She scooted back from the saddle and onto the seat as Samuel mounted up again on the steed.
As they rode off through the desert back to town, Samuel talked about how his sister looked liked herself a bit. Halley smiled at how kind and sweet the man seemed. She liked that and thought he would be the hero in town, even though he might risk his life for the safety and well being of others, being the Marshall and all, but it was comforting to know that, maybe the next time, a ruthless gang rides into town, they won't leave without a warning. She giggled softly at the Marshall's remark about the saddle and replied over the hooves of the horse, "It's quite alright, Mr. Marshall sir, it suits me just fine, thank ya." She smiled even though she knew he very well, could not see it, but gave him one all the same.
Halley looked out onto the horizon, looking for any sign of anything that might tell her where the hideout to the Bell Gang was. She was always blind folded, from when she had entered and exited their camp site. Even if she knew where the camp site was, she knew better than to tell anyone. She knew from experience that if she said to any type of law enforcement the whereabouts of their location. They would send whoever they could on a manhunt for her, kill her or do worse, in cold blood and revenge for her big mouth. She kept her mouth shut for most of the ride and listened intently to the Marshall make small talk.
As they got to the town, the Marshall began saying, "We'll be in town shortly Miss. I'll be dropping you by the Silver Spur, good place for a hot meal and a clean bed. If you haven't the funds for tonight theres a good looking fella what tends the bar down there name of Jack Westfield. He's a good man tell him to put whatever you need on my credit and I'll take care of it come tomorrow, I've some more business too attend." She smiled and was touched at how kind this man was.
She gave him a small squeeze of a hug and said, "Thank you so much for your kindness, Mr. Marshall. It's mighty kind of ya." She couldn't stop smiling at how nice he was. 'He is going to be a great Marshall, perfect for this town.' Halley thought as he rode up to the front of the Silver Spur. He dismounted and lifted her off his horse, placing her down on the ground softly.
"You stay safe now little Miss, you need anything you come for me or Sheriff Hadwin, we'll keep in touch." He said firmly with a smile. She reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek quickly and replied, "I promise I'll try, Sir. And thank ya for the ride too. I'll see you soon Mr. Marshall." She smiled and made her way up the steps and into the saloon, as Samuel rode off to carry out his many new duties.
Halley kept her head down avoiding everyone's eyes in the saloon, blushing wildly from her embarrassment of his apparel. She darted into her room. And changed throwing her men's clothes onto the bed and changing into her dress. She let out a sigh of relief and flopped on the bed, relieved to be safe and sound in the saloon again, and in her normal clothes. Halley was surprisingly looking forward to be resuming her work in the Saloon. She put on her shoes, and fixed herself up to be presentable once more. She opened the door and went out into the saloon.
Halley looked around for her boss and saw him and a doctor, tending to the poor, nearly dead man, with his eyes and tongue cut out. She shuddered thinking that that could have been her. She couldn't believe that Mr. Bell would do that to him, but then again men like him and his gang were very unpredictable, there was no telling what was going on in their head.
Halley looked around again looking for the man, who went by the name of Damian. He had tried to save her, but she didn't want him to get hurt or she herself injured because he tried to take on Williams. She felt bad and knew that he thought that she was probably dead by now. She went to work and waited on a table of drunks, and thought that maybe she'd see Damian again in the Saloon, then she could give him a drink on the house, for trying to help her out.