Charlotte Rogers
The flirty saloon girl had honestly run into this cowboy by accident, but she decided to use this opportunity to work her magic. She was about to reply, but she cut herself off as she noticed him scanning the crowd, as if almost searching for something. She wondered if he had a reason, other than to relax, to be in this bar; he seemed purposeful, and a little shifty. Was he an outlaw, or something? She didn't know, and she didn't want to get too involved with him if he was. She wasn't all that clueless, and had a sense of her own. "Just didn't mean to get in your way, sir." She said after a moment, noticing his gaze was particularly unique; she didn't find many emerald color eyes around, most of the time. She glanced around, wondering if she should just leave him to whatever he was doing and go.
Annette Freeman
Annette reached Ginger, untying her and placing her foot in the nearest stirrup. After a moment, she hoisted herself up onto her horse, and Ginger let out a small nicker of content after a short nap. Annette smiled and stroked Ginger's neck, then glanced back down at Jason. "I don't really have any place special in mind; do you?" If he didn't have anything in mind, either, maybe she'd just ride the plains a bit, explore. Or maybe she'd even ride around town and see what was going on; either way was fine. The bright, hot sun shone down on her blonde hair, making it shiny underneath her hat.