Re: Scott + Open
Barda pulled her horse up alongside the colorful wagon, sharp blue eyes already scanning the town for trouble. There were a lot of reasons that Barda Free could have been suspicious about, much to the good-natured ribbing of her husband. She worried too much; it was just as much a part of her nature as her skill with a six shooter and her right fist. Or both fists. During their journey, she had spent nearly as much time doubling around the wagon train as in it, never quite satisfied.
While Scott looked downright presentable, Barda wasn't what one might consider as much. She wore pants, for starters, and stood nearly a head taller than most of the men in her company. Tall for anyone, much less a woman, and almost as intimidating. Most of her dark hair was piled beneath the wide brimmed hat that shaded her face from the sun.
"Sure thing, kid." She jerked her head in a nod at Teddy when he drew attention to himself, leaning over on her saddle and giving him a smile that was nearly as grim but held a certain sliver of anticipation for the possibility of a good meal. "What place are you hawking?"