"Yes, we are." Henrietta eyed the other woman as she checked her rifle. "Do you really need that around here? Is it that dangerous?"
Henrietta was uncomfortable. Women carrying rifles? Even this small town, on the edge of the grass plains they'd soon be crossing, was a bit too westerly for her comfort, full of all sorts of strange things - militia maidens, Mormons, and madmen (Mr. Smith). "Held up, by what?" That caught her ears. Was there a chance it could happen to them?
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Date: 2012-11-06 05:34 am (UTC)Henrietta was uncomfortable. Women carrying rifles? Even this small town, on the edge of the grass plains they'd soon be crossing, was a bit too westerly for her comfort, full of all sorts of strange things - militia maidens, Mormons, and madmen (Mr. Smith). "Held up, by what?" That caught her ears. Was there a chance it could happen to them?