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Texas Sun

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She felt it before she realized what it was; the morning sun fell across her face waking her more fully now. She sat up in the hard bed, barely a mattress off the ground really, and looked to her side where a handsomeish man lay snoring still. She threw off the sheets and swung her legs to the side, the left one audibly squeaking as the springs compressed and the gears turned. "I'll need more oil soon. She muttered before standing fully, still naked from the previous night's romp.

She looked over to a mechanical left arm on the table, its servos, gears and springs tarnished after weeks of little maintenance. She sat at the looking glass table in the room and rolled a cigarette and went to the balcony to smoke and enjoy the sun and cool, morning breeze. It ruffled her short, messy hair and played over her sun tanned skin, raising goosebumps across her body. Of course nothing good lasts forever as the handsomeish man began to stir. Loudly.

"Your money is on the table, dress, get it, and leave." She said gruffly,she puffing out smoke and staring off into the horizon. Her room faced away from the town proper, so there was hardly a day that didn't start like this.

"Oh? Done playing?" He asks coyly, rolling out of bed and moving to the table, retrieving his money. He started to move towards her but was stopped by the barrel of a gun she held. His face pales and he dresses hurriedly and leaves the room restoring the peace and quiet. Her hand lowers once the door clicks closed and places the gun back into the holster in her left leg. A last line of defense.

Once the cigarette burnt out she moved away from the window and got dressed. The most difficult part was her arm, not in that it was difficult, but that it hurt. it hurts about as much as it does when you stab yourself with a sharp knife and move it around just a bit. She sat at the wooden table and stared at the arm for a bit before taking a breath and jamming the connector knob into her shoulder socket with a quick gasp. Its one of those things you tell yourself you'll get used to despite knowing you won't.
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After a filling meal she goes out and fetches her horse,Yukari, for the days labor. The horse was magnificent and fast though, like her, damaged and repaired. A patch work of metals cover his legs and ankles where shock absorber springs reside, clashing with the blood red skin and coat of the horse. "Come along Yukari, we need work before we move on." She says, adjusting the wide brimmed hat. The only response she got was a head shake and a small whiny.

She walked into the post office and stepped inside, an old man sat behind a desk collecting tickets. He looked kindly, with his fluffy white mustache and twinkling . He looked like a grandfather and regarded the woman warmly. "What have you got for me Marshe?" She asked before getting handed a wanted poster.

"His name is Jack Worthington, not exactly a big fish, but big enough. Wanted for abandonment in the line of duty that caused the death of six men. He was last seen about thirteen miles west of here, and word has it he was holed up in an old mission fort."

"Possied up?"she asks, but the old man can only shrug and hand her some ink. With a small sigh she signs her name " Yungzhi Lei" and set off.