Charlotte Rogers
Charlotte was just about to push the saloon doors open and leave for a bit, when some confident-looking cowboy stepped through the doors and cut her off, nearly running into her. She took a startled step back, blinking her long lashes as she glanced at him apologetically. "My apologies, sir." She quickly said in her delicate, Southern voice. She straightened her dress out and adjusted her ruffled hat, wondering what he'd say; he was pretty cute. But, Charlotte found most cowboys cute, as it was her job to draw attention to the hotel's saloon. She was quite good at her job, too; she knew how to flirt with all the big boys, wrap them around her finger.
Sheriff Brady
As he passed through the crowd at a leisurely pace, he noticed a shifty looking cowboy riding into town on a horse, seeming to eye everybody around him. The Sheriff watched him for a minute, noticing he was heading into the saloon. Sheriff Brady relaxed a bit as the tall man disappeared from view, but decided to keep an eye for him later, as he had seemed a bit too interested in the horses around the hitching posts. He wiped the back of his wrist on his forehead, removing a few beads of sweat that had formed under the blistering heat of the sun, and continued walking, greeting a few commoners that he knew. Without even realizing it, his feet had led him in the direction of the General Goods store; he might as well stop inside.
