Thieves ( OPEN )

[Alexandria Maria Chisum]

She rode in one the paint Indian stallion, moving with ease into town as if she owned it, which in all honesty, her father was the biggest cattlemen in all of Lincoln County and he had ways to get what he wanted. She did not consider herself better then anyone, but she did hold pride in who she was. As she rode in, her saddle could be heard from many years of use, but she was not replacing, she kept this one in tip top shape. On her right side was a rifle in a gun case, the butt end close to her so she could pull it out if needed. On her hip was a Colt 45, ready for action if need be.

She looked back for a moment before she brought the horse to a stop in front of the Saloon. She knew her father did not like her being here, but she came because a thief was here, one that had stolen two horses from the barn and the horses were right there next to her own. She rolled her eyes, at least they could run off instead of staying in town. She pulled her rifle from the case and then tied her Paint. She went inside and found the two horse thieves bragging about it.

"You know, I ain't ever seen guys stay in town after you steal." She put the rifle in one of their backs and the Colt in the other's head. "Move for those Hog Legs and I'll blow your head off and make sure you never walk again." They didn't move.

[Luke Cole McKillian]

Luke sat in a wooden chair, playing a nonchalant game of cards with a couple of gents who were running their mouths over how they had successfully stolen horses from a renowned ranch on the outskirts of town. Praise given for the crime itself, he had to scoff silently at their ignorance and stupidity for creating such a terrible name for thieves everywhere, by making a major mistake; sitting dumbly in a saloon, bragging wildly of their deeds while their ‘Prizes’ sat out front like two giant red flags signaling the morons’ presence in the saloon.

The willowy lad, took a swig from the mug of beer that sat on the table, his eyes dancing across the horse thieves’ faces then to that of one undeniably female that walked through the door. ‘Odd place for a lady to be walkin’ he thought momentarily to himself, throwing down his cards in full defeat. He reached for his mug, in attempt to ease his loosing with a bit of alcohol but stopped short as the female figure who had entered moments before now held his fellow card player sat at gun point. Luke gagged with surprise on his own spit, before grasping his cool demeanor again.

“Now lads, what have ye’ done to upset this lass” he questioned after her words of clear anger, amusement playing in his tone. He rocked his chair onto its hind legs and basked in the other gents fear that was plastered cleanly on their faces. He nonchalantly pulled his knife from out of his boot, and began to idly pick at his nails with the sharp blade, before glancing up at the girl.
“Lassie, take a word of advice. ye’ best get before something’ unfortunate happens while muddling with business that doesn’t concern the well bein’ of lasses like yer self.” His spoken words were laced with a dark threat, yet were contradicted by the harmless grin that played on his lips.

[Alexandria Maria Chisum]

There was another man, sitting in his chair, not playing with a damn knife after he had placed his cards down. Probably one of his partners in crimes, but she didn’t care. Her red hair was tied back from her face, revealing the known hazel eyes to everyone. She could hear the whispers threw out the Murphy Saloon and Inn, talking about how it was the Chisum girl, the daughter of John who nearly put this place out of business. “Now lads, what have ye’ done to upset this lass.” She glanced at the man, hearing the irish tone in his voice and already showed her his like of him with ease.

”Lassie, take a word of advice.” She looked at him, fear not even written in her face. ”Ye’ best get before something’ unfortunate happens while muddling with business that doesn’t concern the well bein’ of lasses like yer self.” With not even a hesitation in movement, she moved the gun towards him and hit the wooden beam that was stationed not inch from his face.

”Oh, this deals with me and those horses that these two good for nothin’, pieces of dirt decided to try and steal… It be best that you stay out of my business.” She said, placing the gun back on the head of the man she was ready to shot the head off. ”Now, get up slowly Hogs, drop your guns here and walk out to those horses… Take the saddles off, reins, and tie the two ropes to their necks and you can come back in here and finish your stupid card game.” They got up slowly and she stepped back.

The guns hit the floor and she motioned for a woman to grab them and place them on the table while the boys went towards the door. ”Now, unless your ass wants to help, I suggest keeping your mouth shut.” The whispers continued about her and her family. About how she held no fear of anything, not even the barrel of a gun, just like her father.

[Luke Cole McKillian]

Every muscle in Luke’s body tensed after the gun shot rang out in the nearly silent saloon. He half expected for the bullet to make home in his head, but came to a mass amount of relief when it instead, was wedged into the beam next to him. He exhaled slowly, masking his shock with an low toned chuckle. “Fiery one, we’ve got ‘ere,” he mused lightly, rocking the chair back onto all fours watching as the two began to shift put of their chairs at her command.

The brief shock of being shot at passed, as he keenly kept his gaze trained on his fellow card players who began to look a bit green around the collar with fear as they sulked toward the door.
It was utterly disgusting, yet fascinating how this girl came striding into a saloon, which was no place for any respectable woman, and took control of the situation like she owned the place and all at gun point. Nothing ever this exciting ever happened back in an Ireland pub.

He admired his blade for a second then slammed it down into the table top as she spat a suggestion at him. He took commands from no one but himself, and whom ever paid the highest price for his services. “I’d watch yer words lassie, for some aren’t as submissive as others to a lady‘s demandin‘ ” he growled, his gaze hardened from the jovial glint to one of a killer. Not that he would kill her, but possible ruff her up a little to scare some lady like sense into her.

[Alexandria Maria Chisum]

She loved the sound of gun fire in the morning, of course, she also made sure she practices with her pistol and rifle each morning. She looked at the Irish man for a moment, knowing the accent all to well, they got on her nerves because they were all too c.ocky for their own good. She looked to the men who were not getting a bit green around the gills and began to follow them out. ”Fiery one, we’ve got ‘ere.” She turned her head slightly to look at him for a moment and then smiled. ”I guess you could call me my father’s daughter.” She said, standing beside the door of the saloon and keeping the pistol training on the two as they undid the horses before she looked at the man again.

She was not going to find herself in a odd predicament, she knew better then that. Her paint horse always drew attention in town with all the Native American marks on him and she smiled. It made her think of her love, the Apache she was to be married too soon enough. She could not wait, but she allowed her mind to come back to reality as she heard the saddles hit the ground and watched as they continued to take things off the horses. ”I’d watch yer words lassie, for some aren’t as submissive as others to a lady‘s demandin‘.” She laughed slightly, her rifle was pointed down, but still towards him slightly. She turned her head to looked at him.

”I ain’t ever watched my words… I ain’t plannin’ on started now.” She said, her hazel eyes looked at him coolly and then back to the boys as they tied the two ropes around the horses neck. ”Very well… Now, get your skinny asses back in and stay in. If I see hid or hair of you back on my ranch, you’ll be two dead men.” She said and then turned her eyes on the other man. ”I suggest you stay away too,” She said, placing her Pistol into it’s holster and then walking back towards her horses. She stroked each on the neck and then mounted the Paint Stallion, the Native American marks showed clearly on his shoulder, neck, and rump.

”Everything alright, Ms. Chisum?” She turned her head to see one of the older men coming out of the Chisum Inn. ”No, Thanks Jeff… Just a couple of horse thieves.”

[Luke Cole McKillian]

“eh, from I’ve ‘eard yer father ain’t much of a man, so that aint sayin’ much” he mumbled mutely under his breath, bringing his beer mug to lips for a swallow. He glanced uninterestedly toward, the cowards whom he was formerly playing cards with, untack the horses that had been stolen property for a small amount of time.

He noted with the same disinterest, at her gun that was pointed in the general direction of his being. Hell if he cared if she shot at him and made true to her mark. At least it would be a comical end to his life. “Well Lassie, I hope some’ne will teach ye to sew yer lips up every now und again. The world’s bugger than this ‘ere town and I know fer a fact that many won’t take your nanny sassin’ “ he stated blandly, growing a bit bored with the situation. He fiddled with his blade that was wedged firmly into the wood table; dislodged it then pocketed it back into his boot. His expression was bland as he met her demand of staying away with a nonchalant shrug. “I may as well just take that as a personal dare to steal one of yer horses.”

May or may not happen immediately following this encounter with the Rancher‘s daughter, but it would eventually. Luke enjoyed nothing better than a bit of a challenge when it came to thieving. And this situation proved none the less of going to be a tricky one.

Picking up the cards, he shuffled then began dealing; setting a new game for himself and the two pathetic horse thieves. Picking up his hand, he leaned back in his chair and eyed his cards that proved to be just as pitiful as they had in the last round.

[Alexandria Maria Chisum]

“Eh, from I’ve ‘eard yer father ain’t much of a man, so that aint sayin’ much," She looked at him, her hazel eyes going over the irish man with ease and then glancing outside for a moment. She then looked back at the man, allowing her eyes to stay on him for a moment. "More man then you'll be." She said before she looked back out at the thieves. As they came in, she gave one a bit of a kick to help him out.

He stumbled and it was rather fun, but he didn't move as fast as his friend, which meant they had tried to plan something. She hated idiots and the Irish man was one of those. She looked at them for a moment. “Well Lassie, I hope some’ne will teach ye to sew yer lips up every now und again. The world’s bugger than this ‘ere town and I know fer a fact that many won’t take your nanny sassin’ “ She smiled, looking at him for a moment before she started chuckling slightly. "People have tried... Never helped much, so I doubt it will ever happen. I'm the only girl in these parts who is strong enough to carry a gun and shot a man for doin' somethin' stupid." She said to him. She enjoyed this man's humor, he was beyond funny.

She watched as people started back to working and she said hello to a few. She heard shoots coming from down the street, many of the men inside the saloon went outside and then came mumbling back in. “I may as well just take that as a personal dare to steal one of yer horses.” She was smiling down the street, a smile plastered on her lips as she looked at the commotion down the street and then looked back at him. "I wouldn't, these two got lucky with a young look out was sleeping... I doubt anyone would want to try anytime soon." She said to him before going out and mounting the horse. She called out to Jeff and stopped the horses right in front of the saloon.

The cattle moved, cowboys and Native American's herded the cattle. Her father, a big brawny man, older man came up and kissed her head. After him came a native, no shirt, just the normal deer skin pants. His body was painted in the paintings they used for hunting. She smiled and he stopped his horse right next to her own. He said something to her and then leaned over and kissed her cheek. She turned the horses and grabbed the cattle whip from her saddle, helping them herd the cattle through the streets.

( OOC ) that is some extra stuff happening then her leaving all at once.