Looking around she determined that the out lying people had not understood the furtive plan that she had been given. Nor had they fathomed the depth to the course which she must take.
And so, after ensuring the safety and comfort of the closest essence to her, she moved with the silence that generations of her lost tribe had unbeknown to her embued, they had laid the foundations of all that should be.
But this she still was not to know, nor understand, she acted with the the essence of one that acts for the moment.
Hers was different.
But, that would take time to tell.
She had mixed feelings as she strood pasionately through those "Hallowed" doors to the saloon.
To the entrance of the world that she had been warned about, and for an unknown reason, feared to tread.
Where her Father had been taken down.
With a corrupt establishment, which was scared to hold the fort against the power that they assumed was greater than them.
For that trial they were wrong, but the court holds no juristiction upon the complaicency of man.
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