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Halley Quinn

"Silver Spurs what a place."

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a character in “Way Out West”, as played by Arabella13

Description

Given Name: Halley Quinn
Nickname (Optional): Hall or Kitten
Gender: Female
Age: 20

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Good guy or bad guy? Explain: Good, she does her job and doesn't usually say no or refuse people.
Position/occupation (Sheriff, outlaw, rancher, barkeep, etc): Saloon Girl.
Personality (At least 3 sentences): If you were going to describe Halley in one word it'd be submissive. She is serious most of the time and doesn't like dangerous trickery or pranks. She isn't very protective of people, mainly due to the fact that she doesn't have any family or friends to protect. And the reason she doesn't have many friends is because she is a bit on the shy side and doesn't take to kindly to strangers. Halley doesn't trust hardly anyone. She is a girl you'll have to pry away the layers to get to the old cheery and happy girl she used to be before her life had been flipped upside down.
Skills: Well...she works in the saloon, but besides that she isn't very extraordinary, but she is a fairly skilled rider.
Weaknesses: She isn't very strong, even for a girl. It'd be hard for her to fight off someone on her own.
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History:
Halley grew up with the normal western family story, living with her caring and loving father, but without her mother died during child birth. Halley was a relatively happy girl and did whatever she was told. Her father tried to show her how to use guns, since he owned a firearms store in town, but guns were never really Halley's thing. She worked with her father for many years since the age of 12 and was taught on how to be a proper lady. To Dress in the proper attire, using the appropriate language and behaving in the way that women were supposed to behave, etc.

Though Halley loved her life she was always in the dark about her fathers "special" clients. She was naiive and didn't know that the common stares and looks from her fathers secret customers were meant to be taken with caution and meant that she would get into massive trouble with any of them if left alone in a room with them.

But when Halley was just a mere 17 years old, and now considered a real woman then, was when her perfect life took a turn for the worst. One day while on her shift polishing guns in the back room and her father sweeping the floors up front, a tall muscular dark haired man walk in with about five other musty rough looking men flanking in behind him and covering the whole front of the shop. They were one of her father's regulars, but they weren't like the normal ones. They were an gang of criminals that went under different names and went from town to town collecting territory and robbing stores out of their hard earned money. They pushed her father and demanded that they were given more guns or else. When Halley ran into the room to see what was going on they immediately grabbed her and tied her ankles and wrists. When her father saw that they had her hostage he agreed to give them the weapons in return for Halley. But the leader was an evil and ruthless killer that went by the name of Matthew Hemmington. And Mr. Hemmington had other intentions than simply giving Halley back and taking the weapons. He shot Mr. Quinn in the head and robbed his store of their ammo money and weapons along with Halley herself. Then a man slung her over his shoulder, walking out to their horses where they put Halley on the rear behind Hemmington and rode away with their earnings.

What they did with Halley was something that should never happen to anyone. They forced her to be their personal slave and play toy. They made her do all their housework and mediocre chores and tasks around their camp. They abused her quite often for messing things up or to just blow off steam from a hard day's work. She grew to be very submissive and shy being with the men. She did anything they made her or asked her to do in fear of being punished. They eventually treated her nicer and with a bit more care after a year of moving around with them they stopped beating her and trusted her more. She was still treated with little respect, lower than even woman were used to being seen as, but she was at least thankful that the beatings decreased to barely any.

After two years of this Halley was broken and couldn't take it anymore when they soon brought in more members to the gang and this they were even more rougher and brutal than the original members. So one night she sneaked out of their camp and stole her horse, Windy. She traveled for about a day and finally came to an actual settlement. The town of Splitcreek. She found out that there was a Saloon their and being from the place that she had came from she didn't know any other occupation to take besides working at the place that she technically was already doing for the gang.



Courting anyone? Being courted?: By the men of the town mostly, because of her job and her personality.
Married?: not yet
Appearance: Halley is quite normal looking. She has typical grey eyes that resemble the type of shade when a tornado or thunder storm that may blow into town. She has dirty blonde hair that runs down her back to just below her shoulder blades with a slight waviness factor to it, but still not quite curly either. Her face is of a pretty and young girl, with pale skin and plump pink lips and perfect white teeth. Halley stands at a little under the height of 5'4 and weighing in at around 110 pounds. Her body is slender, small, and petite, but her stomach holds a few scars, which she tries to hide under her dress.

Her Saloon dress/outfit:
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So begins...

Halley Quinn's Story

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Halley rode into town, the dirt turning into a small dust trail behind the hooves of Windy, the stormy grey horse. She rode at a moderate trot through the town getting her bearings again. She had only gotten to this cutthroat town of men and women all from broken families from the east or miners trying to make their living by doing the hard work of the gold and gem digging done underground. She shifted slightly in her saddle, a bit uncomfortable from her saloon dress. It was red and black with lace that crisscrossed over her chest and stomach, making it a tight fit. It was her uniform back at the gang of criminals she had run away from recently. It showed off her breasts and ended just below her knee caps, with the black ruffles that made the dress look appetizing to the dirty men with dirty thoughts. She had wonderful legs and was proud of them, at least until they went to about the middle of her thighs which was where a few tiny scars she'd received from the relentless whippings and beatings were.

She blew out a sigh of relief that she had even gotten away. Lucky for her she was a skilled rider from the many errands her father had made her carry out in the old days when she had an actual normal and happy life. Windy nickered as Halley pulled back on the reins softly to slow his pace down to a small trot as they neared the center of the town and went down and along the busiest dirt roads in the great town of Splitcreek. She passed the bank and glanced into the general store and saw some vegetables in there that looked mighty appetizing to her thin and very hungry stomach. She clutched it with her right hand as it growled. She pushed the pain away and turned her attention to something else. She had already gotten a job at the Saloon, but hadn't started the real work of the job there yet. When she went in a few days back and was offered the job, she had seen a few women dressed in what seemed to be outfits and dresses quite similar to her own, so that meant that Halley wouldn't have to go buy or loan off a dress from anyone. A financial relief in fact, since she found an inn that held not the nicest bunch of folks in town, but was also a bit over her budget. She stayed there and had almost gotten mugged once, but managed to get away and ride off to safety just in time. She was quite a beautiful lady and men seemed to adore her body and looks, but she was also weak and defenseless to them as well, which made her a perfect target for any drunk or criminal.

She saw the Saloon and and rode up to one of the fence posts. She pushed up on the stirrups and lifted her leg over the horses side, planting her right foot firmly on the ground. She was having a bit of trouble with her left foot though. Her shoes were being pesky and Halley didn't like being in the position with her leg up so high revealing her undergarments underneath her dress, in any place but within the Sliver Spur. There she'd feel a lot more comfortable than out in the open as people stopped and stared at her predicament. She yanked her foot out, finally putting both feet on the ground and grabbed the reins leading Windy over to the post and tying a tight knot around the old splintery wood. She neatened out her dress and fixed her hair a bit before walking along the boardwalk to the Silver's door. She hesitated and let a man pass. She took a deep breathe and pushed the doors open with a determined and strong look on her face. Her job began as soon as she walked through that door and she knew it. Now was the time for her to make something of herself in this new town. 'Here goes nothing.' She thought as she walked in.

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Damian observed the man he nodded friendly to earlier that day examine a crazed drunkard. "He must be a Doctor then, or something along those lines." He thought. He then half wondered about if he should be of any form of assistance to what the subject about a Mr. Jan Hass getting ornery about some of his money or something being stolen and wanted to organize a posse to get it back. "Optimistic of them." He thought, "Men with a large amount of money or gold runnin away from civilization wind up disappearing by the time the sun sets and cold arrives."

He then looked at the reflection of himself on his soup spoon and rubbed along the side of his face. "Getting a bit rugged there. Need to shave right soon." He muttered to himself as he lowered the spoon. He rested his hand on the table and tapped on it in thought of what to do next. Meeting law enforcement of the town might not be a bad idea, befriending also other people in the town might also increase his reputation. Reputation as just regular Damian Kovacs and not Nomad. Nomad was not a friendly going man. Made a few enemies out of the outlaws he put away.

He also silently observed a saloon gal or some other patron for the bar come in and gave a friendly nod. Well saloon gals aren't a very good start but it's a small start for him.

This would be an interesting time for Damian should he stay long at Splitcreek.

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Halley looked around in the saloon. She saw many people in there all, she was guessing, from different backgrounds and places. Everyone in there was holding a secret or past that was just dying to share its way out through the mouth of the holder and into the ears of a willing receiver. Halley looked around and saw a man looking at her. When he noticed that she saw him he gave her a friendly, welcoming grin. She smiled happily back at the patron and knew he was going to be her first customer of the day that she'd be undoubtedly serving in one way or another.

Halley made her way to the bar and looked at the inventory. She saw all kinds of whiskey, wine, beer, and other alcoholic beverages. She bit her lip and remembered how her gang always made sure to keep a full stock of drinks in their camp at all times. She stood up and straightened out her red and black ruffled dress. 'Perhaps he would be one of the nicer men in this town.' Halley thought to herself.

Halley was unsure of what to do with her shift at the saloon. She decided to look back in the bar for something to wash down the tables with. Halley went around behind the bar and found a small closet that held all the cleaning supplies. She looked for her item of choice and found it, an old rag. She poured a bit of water on it and went over to a table near the entrance to the saloon in the front. Halley began to rub the rag against the table, cleaning it from its state of dirtiest from before. Halley was bent over on the table trying to get the other side without having to walk around to it when some drunk, lifted up the back of her dress and spanked her. Halley jumped at the slaps and squirmed begging for the man to stop. The man kept on his joyful playing, so Halley had no choice to stomp on the man's foot hard, causing him to clutch it in pain as she made her way out the door. She needed to take a breather for a moment. As she was pacing just outside the entrance to the saloon, she lifted her head up as the sound of horses running, gun fire, and yelling filled the air. Halley saw two men dash by wickedly fast, one dragging a poor man behind them. She backed up quickly against the siding of the saloon and watched as one cut the rope releasing the man, and they ran off out of her sight.

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Freddy Williams

He walked down the street feeling mighty proud of himself. Williams wanted a stiff drink and a girl in his lap but as he spotted the saloon and the beaten man on the ground that he and the others had pulled into town. Perhaps he should wait untill the crowd had lost interest and the law had gone back to their business. But something caught his eye. One of them saloon girls was outside resting her back against the wall. Williams took a few quick steps and approached her with an evil grin.

''Howdy there M'am.. Fine day ain't it?'' He said and scratched his chin covered by a thick scruffy beard. His other hand were placed on the revolver on his hip and his eyes were all over her body. Freddy Williams was known to be very hard on women even by The Bell Gang's standards for reasons unknown to others, not that they cared how he treated women. He leaned in closer to her and his breath smelled of whiskey and tobacco as he exhaled.

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Halley was watching people frantically run around in the road in front of the saloon.Throughout the whole chaos Halley hadn't realized that a tough looking man approached her. He said hello and ask how was her day. Halley leaned more against the wall, assuming that he would be another customer in the saloon. "Well, yes sir, it is a pretty high mighty day aint it." She replied back, giving him a small smirk. Halley pushed herself from off the wall and dropped the rag she was carrying. She turned her back to the man for a moment and bend over to pick it up. Halley stood up and straightened out her dress again, which had risen up a bit when she bent over. She looked at the man and asked, "And how has ya day been goin' mister?" She gave him a small smirk. And leaned on the wall next to him on her right shoulder.

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Freddy Williams

He grinned at her and he placed his hand on her waist. Forget the drink this girl was what he needed, shame he had about as much money as the fellow dying on the ground, but for a man like Williams everything could be made free. Williams spit on the ground and pulled her closer.

'' Well this day is just getting better an' better.'' He said and chuckled before moving his hand to his gun on his hip. His other hand gripped her wrist and held it tight. His smile was more of a evil grin now.

'' You see I'm a wanted man, an' I don' mind getting charged for one more murder.. So if you's be so kind to walk with me now that'd be fine and dandy.'' His voice was low, careful not to attract any unwanted attention.

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Halley was taken by surprised by the suave man's arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her against him. "Well this day is just getting better an' better." He said and laughed in an evil kind of way.

He gripped her wrist painfully tight. She looked at him nervously and tried to tug her wrist out of his clutches, but, really, what was the use. He overpowered her so many ways, like height, weight, strength, and most importantly, gun power. She froze as she felt a pistol press against her stomach.

He said in a low tone,"You see I'm a wanted man, an' I don' mind getting charged for one more murder... So if you's be so kind to walk with me now that'd be fine and dandy."

Halley nodded slowly and stood up straighter. She replied in a scared and nervous tone,"Y-yes sir."

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Damian jumped halfway out of his seat as he looked around sharply, his eyes becoming alert as he heard the noises of gunshots and yellin' out of things he didn't catch. he pulled the bowl of soup he had to him as he then started to drink it all down his throat, something bad was going on, and his soul ached to find out what it was. His faded green eyes had a look of frenzy and wild excitement as he stood up again and walked out of the saloon. His immediate sign of greeting was a poor man, beat to near death with cuts and abrasions from a dragging and a whipping, or just a whipping.

"Never mind." he thought to himself. "Answers soon, for nothing's unsolvable. I've got a twinge of fear going in my spine if I don't get a job as deputy or otherwise, this town's going to chaos."

He slowly calmed down again when somehow he heard a nervous and frightened voice. He turned around and saw a man holding the saloon girl he gave a friendly nod to dangerously close to him, hand to his gun. Anger slowly boiled up, pent up urges blocked by a two year scorning for it was rushing into him like a flood in the desert. A sense of righteous cause slowly made him walk slowly like a cat to a mouse, pulling his gun slowly from his holster.

When he got close enough, he threw his free arm in an attempt to wrap the offending man around the neck in a chokehold, pulling the hammer of his gun and pointing it to his skull.

"Knock knock, mind if the Nomad cuts in?" Damian spoke in a venomous tone. "Gun on the floor unless you want room for an eye at the side of your head you ignorant rapist pig dog from the bowels of hell and back. Get your phalanges of the girl too unless you want to look at the world backwards. Not joking."

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Halley got out from the man's grip, when the kind man she had waved at in the saloon stepped in and saved her. She pinned herself against the wall worried she might get hurt by either one of the men. Halley looked at the man who was going to try and take her and saw something on the end of his coat. It was a tiny tag that read Freddy. Halley remembered that in her old gang they sometimes had their names etched into their coats, but more often than never, were the names a cover or alias designed to trick any law enforcement, if they should have ever found an article of clothing, that indeed belonged to them. Halley knew that if this man truly was going to take her he was from a gang, and if he was from a gang, chances were that he had back up running around here.

She made a horrible decision and placed her hands calmly on the kind man's back. "Mister he's my cousin sir. He was surprisin' me from coming to Splitcreek fer the month. Freddy come on, we gotta gets goin' anyways." She said in a shaky, yet convincing voice. She pushed the man's gun down lowering it from his head. If she saved the man's life then it would save hers, she knew this for a fact.

Halley knew how to deal with gangs of outlaws. She knew that if a member was killed the gang would do anything to track down and kill the person responsible for it, and sometimes even people or witnesses as well. She knew that by saving the man she wouldn't be tracked done or hunted like a dog, but on the other hand she knew that he was going to take her and do who knows what to her. But it was either that or death, and she chose whatever he had planned for her. Perhaps he was from a nicer gang, or at least, a better one than the one that she had recently escaped. It seemed to her that she just seemed so attractive and worthy to be part of a gang of criminals and outlaws lately.

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Freddy Williams

Williams smiled when the very girl he was trying to kidnap actually helped him. The thought of having his brains covering the wall did not sit well with Freddy and he'd have to thank her later when they were gone from town.

'' That I am.. Why don' you ask next time..'' Williams grunted and took a step back taking Halley by her hand. He gave her hand a light squeeze and a fake smile before he motioned for her to get moving. He'd rather not stay to get himself filled with lead or thrown into a cell. Bell's orders of not staying too long could have been something to follow more closely in later raids, if he was allowed to help out again.

'' Let's go cus' ain't wanna' keep ol' ma' waiting now.'' He said in a cheerful voice as he began pulling her with him away from the saloon and the god damned gunslinger with a taste for glory decided to play hero again. He passed the corner with quick steps and when they were shielded from the people by the alley his grip got tighter and his steps faster as he made his way back to his horse. When he approach his horse Williams didn't give her a chance to say anything before he pulled an old burlap sack out from the saddlebag and put over her head. With quick hands he hogtied her hands and feet before throwing her over the back of his horse, untied the reins from the pole nd mounted up. Poor gal was probably scared to death by now.

'' Don' you worry m'am.. I ain't gonna' hurt ya'... right now.'' He laughed and landed a hard slap on her bottoms before he got his horse moving. Williams put his spurs into the side of his mount and quickly got it to shoot across the desert, his one hand holding onto Halley's dress to make sure she wouldn't fall off.

It wasn't long before he had ridden far enough in a wrong direction so he could start to make his way back to camp. He waved his rifle in the air to stop a certain triggerhappy man called Willy Gunsmoke for putting a bullet in him thinking he was one of the lawdogs. A shot fired up in the air was returned to him as a greeting and he bagan to slow down and by the time he reached Willy's little place his horse was calmy walking and biting on a few patches of grass as he passed them.

'' Williams I should just gone putting one of 'em bullets in ya brain for not doin' what the Boss told ya'.'' Willy said and chuckled as he got up, inspecting the gal over the horse's back. Freddy eyed the man and noticed he was wearing a duster and new hat. Where the hell did he get new clothes?

'' I got a lil' present for Bossman, I think he's gonna' be mighty happy with it.. Say where did ya' get them new clothes?'' Williams said and reached for Gunsmokes' hat put the sentry dodged his hand and took a step back. He seemed to be proud as a farmer with a prize winning hog as he pointed over to a couple of small bushes barely covering the body of a man, now almost naked.

'' We got ourself one of 'em Marshals! Hit him right between the eyes!'' Willy almost shouted and started to laugh as he sprinted over to the body to give it a kick in the side, something Williams was sure he'd be doing for quite some time now. Untill Bell told the crazy man to get rid of the corpse. He had to admit, Willy was one hell of shot. He smiled at the eccentric Willy who almost skipped back to his little camp and lit a cigar, probably a reward for a clean shot.

'' I bet ya' feel mighty proud of yesself' don't ya'? But I reckon I better haul my sorry hind back to Bell.'' Williams said and got his horse moving again. When he got to the outskirts of the camp he was created by none other then Bell with his meathead Baker next to him. The look on Bell's face made Williams go pale and he noticed that Baker cocked his gun.

'' Don' shoot boss! I got ya' a present!'' He said and jumped down, leading his horse over to Bell. He could feel his body start to relax as Bell motioned for Baker to put his gun away.

'' Well well... Mighty kind of you Williams.. Now get out of my sight you son of a whore!'' Bell roared and slapped the man over the face before he grabbed Williams by the collar and almost threw him into the camp. With confident steps Bell made his way to the horse and just pulled the poor girl down from the horse, letting her fall to the ground. As Baker took the reins and started to lead the horse away Bell bent down and pulled off the sack covering his new toy's face.

''Welcome to your new home..'' He said and laughed.

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The man played the part of her cousin and they left together. They rounded the corner and out of sight where the man hog tied her ankles and wrists and loaded her up with the sack over her head. With a hard slap on her ass to make her jump and cry out, he started out of town, riding off at light speed. Halley bounced and the horses body hit her in the gut making her whine a bit. It was most uncomfortable, but she knew that it was necessary procedure in kidnapping young women, like herself.

After what seemed to be about a half an hour of riding in the desert they came to a slow stop, making the unpleasant, bumpy ride come to an end. She heard another man talking about how he shot a Marshal and took his clothes, sounding mighty proud with it too. Then she was led over to, what she thought she had heard to be the leader. Freddy's leader didn't seem to be happy that he didn't follow their plan, whatever it was, but as soon as Freddy said, "I got ya' a present!" Everything seemed to calm down. Halley listened to Freddy sigh in relief. She rolled her eyes under her blindfold and suddenly was pushed off the horse. She fell and groaned in pain from the long fall to the ground. She squirmed a tiny bit, in her bonds, but Halley well knew that it wasn't any good.

She knew how to act in these sort of situations. She had to remain calm and seem somewhat intimidated by the power of their leader, after all, he was going to be, as they put it, her master. Halley decided in her mind that she was going to be an obedient and strong girl in the sense that she can take whatever they can throw at her. But there was one thing she could not hide or fake and that was her fear and nervousness. She knew that these type of men enjoyed having power over people, especially poor, helpless, defenseless women. Halley knew that they loved seeing them scared and as hard as it was to pretend she wasn't and try to be strong, it came to no prevail, because in the real world no one is made of stone. Besides she was in fact surrounded by more than 10 men, or there could have been more, since they seemed to be located in a small part of their establishment.

As the sack was pulled off of her head, she looked up and saw the leader crouch down beside her and say "Welcome to your new home." He laughed in an evil sort of way. She looked up at him nervously, with bright, blue eyes full of fear. She bit her lip and replied in a small voice, a "Thank you sir." She had learned to fake appreciation and address her superiors as sir, Mr. Whatever, Master, or whatever they wanted her to call them. She looked around and saw a man come over and kneel behind her. He lifted her dress up and spanked her on the rear hard. She cried out and jumped in surprise and fright. She closed her eyes, shaking in fear as she bit her lip again.

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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?

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Halley watched as the leader pulled the other, who had just touched her away and throw him back where he came from. Halley shrugged and nodded at his somewhat humorous remark. Well, his comment might have been funny to him, but to her it was probably a very true statement. Halley knew she'd have to watch her back around here, they had more men than her last gang, but on the other hand they seemed nicer, or at least, as nice as a gang of outlaws can get.

Halley was pulled by her arm through the camp. She received many cheers, hollers, and whistles. She kept her face up to show she could be tough and kept looking forward. With her wrists still bond, the leader led her deeper into the camp. Many men close to her tried to grab at her dress, but many achieved their goal and managed to flick it up enough to see her panties. She squirmed a bit at their touches and leaned close to the leader, who in fact was looking quite smug.

Halley was led over to what seemed to be the leader's corner or part of the camp. She stood as he sat down and lit a cigarette. Halley coughed at the smoke that he blew out of his mouth. She hated smoke, heat, or really, anything that had to do with fire. Smoking was how her old gang sometimes punished her. They'd either light a cigarette and press it to her skin, even in her, most sensitive, parts of her body. They also once tried to get her to smoke by lighting the cigarette and shoving it in her mouth. So ever since then she hated cigarettes, smoking, and fire altogether.

Halley listened to the man and learned his name was Richard Jones Bell. 'Hmm that name doesn't sound that threatening. In fact, it sounds like a gentleman's name.' Halley thought to herself. Halley felt something wet drip down her cheeks and onto her neck. She hadn't even realized that she had started crying. 'It must have been silent crying, I guess.' She figured. Halley stood up straighter and said, "My name is Halley Elizabeth Quinn sir. Its...a pleasure to meet you." She said and did a slight curtsy, or as much as one could, with her hands tied back.

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Bell chuckled when she curtsied before him and introduced herself. He was still smiling as he pulled out a knife from his boot and looked up at her. She didn't look all too scared and by the looks of her Williams hadn't fooled around with her yet, and if she was lucky he wouldn't get a second chance either. Bell shook his head and ran his hand through his hair before he got up and closed in on her. His face came very close to hers as he blew smoke into her face before he let the cigarette fall to the ground with his boot casually stomping it out. He grinned as she coughed and squirmed.

'' Well ain't you one proper lady Miss Quinn.'' He said as he reached around her to cut her hands free with a quick slice. Then he took a step back to look her over once again with a bright smile. Hopefully she wouldn't try to run or go for a gun. That wouldn't end well for her at all, but he doubted it. She seemed to have accepted her fate and just stood there trying to not burst into tears.

'' Now I don' know if you's worth the trouble, you know how to cook?'' Bell asked as he once again sat down with his eyes locked on Halley. He let his knife slide back into its sheath. If she could cook or sew maybe they could keep her around, he doubted there was anyone willing to pay ransom for a saloon girl. If she proved to be more of a waste of food then anything he'd just throw her to the boys and let them pass her around like a bottle of scotch.

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Hayley stood there nice and quiet, trying to be on her best behavior in front of Bell. She didn't want to screw up their first conversation by saying something rude or unintelligent. Halley froze when she saw the knife that was hidden in his boot, get pulled out and played with in his rough hands. She darted her eyes from Bell to his hand.

Bell got up and started over to her. Halley leaned back as he leaned his face in close to hers and blew the smoke right into her face. She coughed and quickly closed her eyes at the slight sting of the smoke on her eyes. He laughed as he took her tied wrists, making her squirm slightly in his strong grip. with a quick slice, her hands were free. Haley immediately brought them in front of her and massaged the red marks that she now had on her hands.

Halley watched as Bell took his seat again, his eyes bore into her like daggers, she shifted on her feet uncomfortably as he kept his eyes locked on her body. "Now I don' know if you's worth the trouble, you know how to cook?'' Bell asked her.

"Yes sir, Mr. Bell sir. I can cook, sew, and can fix guns if they are broken." She said softly, but loud enough for Bell to hear her clearly. She looked at the ground waiting there in front of him uncomfortably and then shyly looked up at him, waiting for him to decide her fate in this camp.

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Bell gave the girl an approving nod. Been some time since they had someone who could be their full-time cook and seamstress and Bell wouldn't let this opportunity fall out of his grasp. After some quiet staring down into the ground he finally looked up at her again and spoke.

'' Alright, I reckon we can have some use of you. But you ain't walkin' 'round in that.'' He said and motioned at her clothes with his hand. Having a weak women walking around camp would be hard enough and if said woman walked around wearing an outfit like that there was going to be trouble. With a sigh Bell got up and walked over to a large trunk to his right. He popped it open and looked at all the clothes in a messy pile within it. He couldn't remember last time the gang had been in possession of a dress. The last one to actually wear a dress was Georgia Bryans and she was long gone. Hanged by the folk back in Davidsville a year or so ago. But what did they do to all her clothes? Did they throw 'em in the river? Well whatever they did they were long gone. He finally pulled up a pair of brown trousers, a grey collared shirt and a pair of worn out boots, all of them were probably a couple of sizes too big but what did it matter to Bell. He turned back to her and threw the clothes on the ground.

'' You go on ahead and take that dress off now. This ain't no fancy saloon and it ain't fit for hard work.'' Bell chuckled and let his gaze wander from the clothes, over to her and finally to the campfire. It'd be dinner time soon and Pope had caught a couple of fishes in the river which they all were dying to eat since they had spent the last weeks living of bread, dried meat and other not so fresh dishes, and if this girl spoke the truth and her cooking skills were better then the rest then perhaps she wouldn't ''mind'' making a soup or something out of it. What did Bell know? He couldn't even heat up water without setting fire to something.

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Halley watched as Bell went over to a trunk of clothes and pulled out men's trousers, a grey shirt, and boots. Halley looked surprised down at the clothes and then up at Bell. "Do I have too sir?" Halley stared at him with a pleading expression on her face. Bell nodded and she bit her lip.

Halley undid the lacing in the front that kept her breasts up and in the dress secured. She took a deep breathe and pushed the material down revealing her breasts. She let the dress fall to the ground, now only standing in nothing but her small, black lace panties. She looked at Bell, then at the clothes on the ground. She picked up the grey collared shirt and put her arms through the sleeves. Halley rolled up the sleeves to her elbows, then took the bottom corners of the shirt and rolled it up to below her breasts. She tied the corners in a tight knot between her breasts. Halley picked up the trousers and slipped them on over her thin, smooth legs. They were way too big for her, so what she did was roll the tops of the pants around her waist, to fit her better. She then grabbed the boots and tucked the ends of the pants in as she slipped her petite, tiny feet in side the massive shoes.

Sge stood up straight and nodded at Bell for his approval. "Is this satisfactory sir, Mr. Bell?" Halley asked in a sweet, polite voice.

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Bell chuckled. With those clothes on she kinda looked like the girl he saved from the lawman's horse earlier today. He sighed and scratched his stubbled chin, cursing that he'd lost his good razor.

'' Now I can't put ma' finger on it but somethin' tells me that this ain't the first time someone took you away.'' Bell said and picked up her dress which he threw into the trunk. Didn't know what they would do with it but might just keep it. The outlaw then turned back to Halley and grabbed her arm, pulling her with him into the center of camp.

'' We finally get us one of 'em ladies and you dress her like a boy Bell? You spent too much time in the sun or sumin'?'' Lucky Leon asked his Boss with a grin. Bell could see that his band of outlaws were all wondering the same thing and in the corner of his eye he saw Williams glaring at him with hatred. Damned fool probably thought Bell would let him keep her.

'' When I first came to this gang it was chaos.. You had more whores then a whore house. I whipped y'all into shape and made you something didn't I!?'' Bell roared and let his gaze wander over his gang who had all quiet down. Although there wasn't much of the original crew left in the gang most of the people came from gangs that did the same thing that Bell now spoke of. Williams was one of the original members and had been second in command before Bell took over and shot his former boss. Bell knew he would be the one to start trouble.

'' Before you came we did what we wanted!'' Williams called out and a few others grunted in a agreement to what Williams said. Although it didn't surprise Bell that they wouldn't be happy with him keeping the girl away from them he could feel that this wasn't the only problem they saw. His grip tightened around Halley's arm as he stared Williams in the eyes. Williams stared back and placed his hand on the revolver on his hip.

''Don't do nothing stupid now boy.. You just calm down while you still got youself' a place in this gang.'' Bell said and gave him a dark grin while he casually put Halley between him and Williams, making it seem like the most natural thing to do in a situation like this. Now Williams was smart enough to not start a gunfight and just spit on the ground and walked away to his bedroll while cursing both Bell, the gang and the damned girl that he shouldn't have taken with him. Bell just chuckled and spoke to Halley.

'' Well I could always use ya' to take a couple of bullets for me.'' He laughed and sat down on a lag, patting the place to his right for her to sit down.

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Halley stood there in her new clothes. She felt humiliated wearing a mans clothes, it wasn't right for a lady to be wearing such garments, and even in her old gang, Hemmington always made sure she was in proper lady's clothing. ''Now I can't put ma' finger on it but somethin' tells me that this ain't the first time someone took you away.'' He said to her as he put her dress in the trunk of clothing. "Yes Sir." She said quietly.

Bell proceeded to grab her arm and lead her back to the center of camp. She wondered if she'd get whipped or worse, to show her what happened if she was to misbehave around the camp. Instead, one of the members came up and commented on Halley's recent wardrobe change. Halley blushed a bright shade of red and turned away from the man as best she could. Bell still holding onto her arm, she remained at his side as he reminded his gang how they were before he came along. Then Freddy, the guy who brought her here, glared at Bell an challenged him. Williams glared at Halley too and she knew it was because he couldn't have a piece of her himself, thought that he might be rewarded in a way for sucking up to the boss.

Bell and Williams stared off each placing a hand on their pistols to the side of them on their hips. Suddenly, Halley got a strong shove in front of Bell, as if she were a human shield. She stood there frozen in the fear that Williams would still try to shoot even though she was there. She started breathing faster and panicking in her mind. She was screaming to run away in her head, but couldn't physically follow her well being. Lucky for her, Bell was a good negotiator and Williams walked away.

All the chaos in the camp had dived down, and Halley had to admit that Bell wasn't such a bad leader, he was kinder to woman than her last gang or at least the most that she has seen of him. "Well I could always use ya' to take a couple of bullets for me.'' He said chuckling evilly to himself. She awkwardly sat next to him as he patted down on the seat on the log. She bit her lip and smiled a fake smile to show that sh understood it was a joke, but then again, he did kind of just used her as a shield. "I guess so sir...whatever you want." She said in a small voice. She looked at him and patted at his shoulder, getting some red dust off his shirt, probably from the sand and deserts beyond the camp.

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Bell smiled when she removed some dust from his shoulder. She said that she'd been taken away before, either she was dumb as a mule or she had run out of luck a long time ago.

'' So who took you?'' Bell asked with a grin and took off his hat, pulled a hand through his hair and then put it back on. What should he do about Williams? The man was becoming more and more hard to deal with. Sometimes he'd take more then his rightful share, steal from his own mates and now kidnapping a girl without Bell's consent? The problem was that Freddy Williams was one hell of a gunslinger and savior when they were in trouble and he had a couple of people loyal to him in the gang. Bell couldn't risk starting a war and ending up with more corpses then boys left in his gang. They had lost too many people this year.. And with Cutthroat McGee serving life untill they have time to hang him back in Bullhorn there wasn't many bright members left either except for maybe Williams and a couple of others. Truth is that Bell had been planning to break McGee out in a long time now but he knew damned well that the law back there wouldn't let a man like McGee walk free.

Cutthroat McGee, real name Mitchel Bloom was a serial killer back in Texas who always left his victims lying on their back with their throat slit and a coin on their chest. McGee was the son of a lawyer and had spent his youth studying to become the same thing. But something went wrong and the soon to be lawyer took to the streets during night only to leave corpses behind. People estimate that he killed about 15 people this way before Bell got his hands on him and invited him into his band of outlaws. Bell first saw him as strange at best, with a tophat and glasses he didn't look like much of an outlaw but after a couple of months he had proven himself as a good tactician and became close friends with Bell. In the gang he was known as The Gent, short for The Gentleman thanks to the tophat. Although it didn't look as fancy as it once did it still made him stand out. All this didn't help when McGee was caught and dragged to jail during a failed robbery in Bullhorn and when they found who he was they sent him straight to jail, awaiting his death.

I hope you're still alive you son of a gun. Ol' Bell is comin' for ya and I ain't taking a corpse back to camp. Bell had forgotten about the girl on his side and the question he had asked her as he stared deep into the dancing flames with a frown.

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