Honour (Bright) Wolfe wanders into this thread. Her eyes adjust to the darkness of the tavern. But nothing like the darkness in her eyes after she finally finds where Mad Jack has been hiding. She adjusts her hat with the really big feathers and bends over to make sure her boots are laced in the back.
Damn! Broke another heel...
She casually taps the whip at her side....
She marches over and stands before the errant husband.
'Damn right I'll be close behind! With my boot planted on your butt!
YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO AFTER I SAW YOUR NEW PROFILE PICTURE!'