Her eyes rolled as he asked her if she wanted an autograph. She sauntered up to him and stuck out her hand. If her daddy had taught her anything, it was how to deliver a firm, confident handshake. “The names Jean Ramsey and I’m the new lion tamer here.” Without waiting for him she grabbed his hand and gave it a nice firm shake.
“And while I did think you did a fine job out there, I ain’t no gunslingers whore.” She said bluntly, taking her hand back. That having been said, she was still a people pleaser. “Whatcha drinking?” She inquired, peering at his flask. Jean wouldn’t call herself a lush but she was veering dangerously close to that definition.
Jean wasn’t shy by any means and it was obvious in her demeanor. A soft purr came from her as she relaxed against a pole in the tent.