(Third Person POV)
Katherine Colt didn't pull her punches. She was a straightforward girl who had the same temperament as a bull. She hated two things in the world. Demons and not being treated as an equal. Of course, everyone didn't see her as an equal because she was a woman and the only daughter of the old gun maker, Samuel Colt. Just another pretty face out West.
But Katherine had a nose for trouble, a sort of sense if you prefer. She was a hunter of all things that go bump in the night after all. And when two total strangers came into the saloon, looking like fresh-faced greenhorns trying to make a living, Katherine sensed something was off. Her mind went off like a shot from her father's colt. The shorter blond haired one came banging in, making a disturbance like a herd of loose cattle. He seemed almost disappointed at the sight of the saloon interior while his tall, brunette haired, counter-part held back a smile that threatened to escape.
Katherine watched from her seat by the piano. Her two friends, who also worked at the saloon, smiled flirtatiously at the two men. The men didn't notice as they walked to the bar. Katherine held back laughter as the short one asked for the top-shelf whiskey and Elkins replied that they only had one shelf. She froze, however, when he asked about Samuel Colt.
"Ha passed through here about four years ago." Elkins replied.
"Is he still around?" The tall one asked. Elkins turned around to retrieve some bottles before pouring the newcomers two glasses.
"Rumor is he's building a railroad stop twenty miles out of town just by the postal road." Elkins muttered "Middle of nowhere." Katherine stood as she heard the tall one mention the devil's gate and the other confirm that the location fitted. How did he know about that? She got up and started walking over just as Darla came down the stairs.
"Howdy, boys." Darla greeted. The two men turned and Katherine walked over, Darla not far behind.
"That's Darla and Katie." Elkins said proudly "Darla's my best girl. No offense to you, Miss Katherine. You're mighty pretty too."
"None taken." Katie said as she smiled at the tall one when Darla made it obvious she was going after the short one. She came up beside him and leaned in.
"Charming." Darla said "You wanna kiss?" The shorter man leaned away and Katie giggled before going to the tall one and putting her hand on his shoulder, the other working its way into his pocket strategically to get something that might clue her in on who he was. She was curious, after all.
"So you were wondering about Samuel Colt?" Katherine asked with a smile. The tall one's attention snapped to her.
"Do you know him?" He asked. Katherine smirked and tilted her head.
"I might." She teased "Depends on why you want to meet him." Judge Mortimer came in and took Darla upstairs for their 'date'.
"Wow, that was a close one." The shorter one sighed.
"I guess it's good to be judge." The tall one grinned.
"Yeah." The short one took a sip from his whiskey and spat it back into the glass.
"Ooh, it's like gasoline!" He exclaimed.
"Sarsaparilla ain't half bad." The tall one grinned before turning his attention back to Katherine, "You said you knew Samuel Colt?" Katherine gave him a coy smiled and withdrew her hands, pocketing the odd objects she found in his pockets discreetly in her dress pocket.
"I said it depends on what you want with the old man." She replied "Who are you?" She didn't get an answer as a scream pierced through the saloon. Katherine cursed and ran up the stairs, throwing open the door. Darla was huddled in the corner and there was a smoldering skeleton on the bed, half turned to ash. Katherine sighed sadly and walked over. She rubbed some of the dead Judge Mortimer's ashes in her fingers.
"Tell Elkins to send for the sheriff." She told the taller one before turning to the shorter one "Get Darla a drink, would you?"
