Oregonal Sin

Cleaning day at the boarding house and Liz was just finishing sweeping the last of the dirt from the first floor out through the doorway. "Oh! Watch out!" she called as someone walked by just as the right -- or wrong -- moment.

It'd been near on two weeks now since he'd gotten ill from the influenza that seemed to be sweeping around the town. Two weeks and the money, already stretched tight, was starting to get threadbare. A working boarding house couldn't run on charity, and Jimmy had every intention of paying his way. All the more important now winter was drawing in, sleeping rough in barns and corners of the ranches was just too unpleasant and dangerous to contemplate.

So it was that Jimmy wrapped himself up as warm as he could. The fever and chills may have gone, but a hacking cough and exhaustion still remained. He felt as weak as a newborn as he left the boarding house, and looked pale as he made his way towards the Saloon. In search of work on the wings of gossip, or even other ways to earn a living. 

Checking the contents of his pocket to find he had just enough for one tot of sipping whiskey, he didn't really notice where he was going until he nearly fell over someone coming the opposite direction.

"Apologies," he said, voice sounding rough, before he promptly sneezed.

JB had woken just before dawn to start work; he came back a bit after to breakfast up at the big house. But first.

His hat and scarf were on a tree stump, balanced precariously as JB ducked his whole head in a horse trough, coming up spluttering.

Which was when he caught sight of Alita. "Sorry, Ma'm!"

Opening time on another day. Didn't make much odds if it was a weekday or a Sunday, save some of the girls started shifts late on Sundays but this one was a weekday. Heavy bars lifted away from the doors to let people in, Jax behind the bar, Gemma's girls ready and willing for company or custom. Or both.

Open for business.