It has been one full day since my encounter with the infuriating redheaded woman and her dog, but thoughts of her keep creeping into my mind. I wonder about why she lives in the woods. Why does she have a bow? Does she have friends? Or family? Why were her eyes so full of longing for me to join her for dinner?

I am brought from my reverie by the light shining through a break in the treeline up ahead. I have finally reached the edge of the woods. The pathway has shown more and more signs of activity and the birdsong had been reduced to only the odd chirp here and there as I made my way closer to the edge. I am finally nearing civilization.

I fasten my pace, excited at the prospect of seeing other people again. Ones that do not live in the woods and chase away an innocent traveller's food. I shake my head. No Waverly! I really need to stop thinking about her. Nicole she had said her name was…Pretty.

My mind is so occupied by these thoughts that I almost don't notice the horse and wagon coming my way. With a gasp of surprise, I jump out of the way just in time. The driver looks back at me in annoyance. "Watch where you're goin'!" He shouts.

"Eat shit!" I yell back. I let out an indignant huff as I watch the horse and its driver disappear into the green thicket. I turn and continue walking towards the edge of the woods.

I finally exit the confines of green and brown, reaching a clearing that connects to the main road leading into the town of Monument. As I near the town walls, my ears are assaulted by a cacophony of sounds brought forth by the daily human activity taking place within. I am already starting to miss the peaceful sounds of the woods, but another part of me is excited to experience what it is like to be in an actual town.

Being confined to our small farm for most of my life with only stories from my mother and the odd trader to go on, I have always desired to see what it is like when there is such a large concentration of humans in one place. My sister probably didn't feel that way. Wynonna has most likely seen her fair share of towns already, cities even.

I finally make it up the cobblestone path and past the entrance gates to be met with the movement of people and animals everywhere. The town is practically bursting with activity.

As I walk, I notice numerous small, lean-to tents and rickety wooden structures have been set up all along the walls. Some of the structures are made to house animals, others to house humans.

As I near the center of the town, the activity seems to increase even more. It reminds me of an ant colony, always moving, always active. The town's center has been converted to a market place, with vendors selling all sorts of wares.

I marvel at the variety of crisp vegetables, fresh and cured meats, bread from early morning ovens, clothing made from leather and fine silks, and beautifully crafted weapons. If there was something you had a need for, you would be able to find it here. I stand there gawking at it all for a full 5 minutes, when a voice pulls me back to reality.

"Your first time in town?" I turn to be met with kind, dark eyes. A boy of about the same age as I smiles warmly at me. I notice his clothes have tears in them and his face have a couple of smears of mud on it. But his eyes hold warmth and kindness.

"Oh, yes. It is my first time. In any town. Ever." I tell him sheepishly, my admission causing his eyes to widen comically.

"Would you like me to show you around then?" He asks. The eagerness in his eyes makes it difficult to decline his offer.

"Sure! That would be really kind of you. I am Waverly by the way." He smiles and nods enthusiastically at me. "It's nice to meet ya, Waverly. I am Jeremy." He says with an extended hand, which I grasp and shake. My first interaction with an actual town person. He smiles and starts walking ahead of me. "Come, follow me." I let out a small laugh at his enthusiasm as I fall into step behind him.

Jeremy walks me through all parts of the town, telling me about the best places to lodge, which parts to avoid and which vendors to get the best prices from. I notice that the houses on the other side of the market look much sturdier to those I saw upon first entering the town. They are built from strong stones and are much more sophisticated in appearance.

I question Jeremy about this and his face takes on a saddened expression. "There is quite a divide between the rich and poor in town." He explains and I detect a hint of bitterness in his voice. He obviously was on the latter side of that spectrum.

He then looks in the direction of the most extravagant structure within the whole town. Monument Castle stands strong and majestic on a hill on the northern side. Thick stone walls surround it, a moat and drawbridge separate it from the rest of the town.

I look up at it in complete wonder. Mother used to tell me many stories about the lives of nobles, of Earls, Countesses, Kings and Queens. As a child I often used to play pretend that I was a Lady with many a young Earl or Duke doting for my attention. I imagined that my plain dresses were made from beautiful silks and laces rather than cotton and wool.

I tried to get Wynonna to play along with me, but she took one look at the dress I offered her and let out a growl of complete contempt and disgust. She did, however, agree to be my guard and promised to always protect me with her wooden sword from all the evildoers who wished me harm. I smile fondly at the memory. My smile drops very quickly as I remember that she had not kept her promise. She left me to face life's evils on my own.

I am brought from my trip down memory lane by Jeremy. "Yep. There it stands, the great Castle. Housing the rich and the carefree." The bitterness is thick in his voice. It seems he does not share my sentiment about the Nobility.

I am about to ask him why, when he pulls me into a new direction. The joyful expression is back on his face as we move further away from the castle. I wonder what beef Jeremy has with the Nobles?

"Ah and here we have the heart of the town." Jeremy says proudly when we finally stop infront of a building that seems to be emitting a buzz at all the activity inside it.

The Pussy Willow stands out in big bold letters on the wooden board hanging above the entrance.

I let out a laugh at the name of the Tavern. Jeremy just smiles in response and pulls me towards the entrance. As we near the door, I notice a poster stuck to the wall. Countess Eleonor Haught is hosting a ball. Only those of noble blood are invited for a splendid time at Monument Castle on Saturday evening.

Jeremy follows my line of site and frowns at the poster, the same bitterness present on his expression as before. He doesn't say anything about it, just pulls me towards the entrance of the tavern.

As we are about to enter, the door swings open and a man stumbles from inside. He is clearly inebriated. He wears a round brimmed hat and has a thick moustache. Jeremy and I stand to the side to allow him to pass.

I turn to enter the tavern once more when I hear the drunken man starting to sing, very much off key. The words of his song grab my attention. "Wynonna, my dearrr Wynonna…why have you left meeee."

I run in the direction that the man had stumbled, leaving a very confused Jeremy in my wake. "Hey! What did you just say?" I shout at the drunkard. The man does not seem to hear me and continues his drunken journey off to who knows where.

I rush after him, but am stopped by the passing of a horse and carriage heading in the direction of what I can only assume is the castle.

After the carriage passes, I rush in the direction of where I last saw the man, but see no sign of him. I look in every direction he could have gone, but it is too late. He is gone.

I let out a frustrated sigh has I head back to Jeremy, who looks at me questioningly. "Is everything all right? Why were you running after that drunk man?"

"I thought I heard him say my sister's name." Upon his confused expression, I explain further. "I am looking for her. Her last known whereabouts was Purgatory, but I am certain that man just said her name. I think he might know something about her." Then I deflate, looking down in disappointment. "But I lost him."

Jeremy must see my frustration and looks at me with his kind eyes. "How about we go into The Pussy Willow? Everyone knows it's the best place to get information. Perhaps someone in there can help you find her." He tells me with that same enthusiasm as when we first met earlier today. Once again, his kindness gets through to me.

I nod with a small smile. "All right, that sounds good. Lead the way." Jeremy nods and leads me through the door.

Once inside, my senses are attacked by a multitude of sounds and smells. There are people everywhere, sitting around tables and having loud, animated conversations with their companions as they enjoy a tankard of ale.

I notice that there are also several woman moving about the establishment, going from table to table. They wear dresses that are very tight, accentuating their bosoms.

I hurriedly avert my eyes, their lack of modesty causing me to blush deeply. Along with the stories of Nobility, mother also warned me about women who did shameful acts for money.

I see one of these women pulling a very willing man up the stairs, probably going to do those shameful acts mother spoke about.

I switch my gaze towards the bar. The bartender would be my best chance of finding out information on Wynonna. Jeremy follows me all the way.

"Excuse me." The bartender looks up from where he had just served one of the customers another tankard of ale. "What can I getcha?" He asks. I notice he is missing a tooth and his teeth are stained yellow.

"Uhm, I don't want a drink. I am just here for some information." He turns and looks at me with a little too much interest.

"What kind of information would ya like, sweetheart?" He asks, sounding just as I expected him to. Gross.

I push down the urge to throw up. As much as I wanted to get as far away as possible from this creepy man, he was my only current chance at finding out anything about Wynonna. So I set my jaw in determination. "I am looking for someone. My sister, Wynonna Earp." I ask him with a serious expression, all business.

He seems to think for a moment and then looks at me with smile that sends shivers down my spine. "I can't seem to recall any Wynonna." He says slowly, then tilts his head. "But perhaps I can be persuaded to remember." He looks at me expectantly. What the hell, was he serious right now?

I huff and remove my satchel from my back. I rummage in it until my fingers brush over the singular coin remaining from the earnings mother got after selling Daisy. With great reluctance, I place my only money onto the counter in front of the bartender. If this was my only chance at finding out about Wynonna, it was a small sacrifice to make.

He grabs the coin instantly and pockets it as he smiles at me creepily again, triumph in his grey eyes. "Ah, now it is finally coming back to me." I fold my arms with a scoff of irritation. "Well, tell me then!" I say impatiently.

"I don't know where she is now. But I would never forget the fiery brunette that came in here once. She pretty much drunk every man under the table. It was very impressive." I roll my eyes internally. Yep, that was most certainly my sister. Wynonna did enjoy the feeling brought forth by one to many pints of ale flowing in her veins.

"Okay, so she was here. Do you know anything else that could help me find her?" I ask, trying my best not to sound too desperate.

"I don't know, but you should ask John Henry, the dentist in town. I know they were quite…close, if you know what I mean." He says, wagging his eyebrows to emphasize his lewd implication.

Once again, I fight the urge to throw up right on the counter in fron of this disgusting man. Deciding I have been in his presence much longer than any woman ever should be, I turn around and head towards the exit. Jeremy follows me silently.

As we near the exit, once again someone beats us to it. The door swings open and a man with a mohawk and fur coat enters the tavern. His entrance seems to draw the attention of everyone inside, causing a silence to fall over the whole establishment.

The newcomer moves forward sluggishly, purposefully. Like he owns the place. "Oh no." I hear Jeremy say from behind me in a tiny voice. "Bobo del Rey."