Western

<center><div style="font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(103, 98, 108); width: 300px; height: auto; margin: 50px 30px; text-align: justify;"><div style="font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 25px; line-height: normal; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(129, 113, 118); display: block; text-align: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px; border-bottom: 10px solid rgb(174, 153, 159);"></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 10px; font-family: calibri; color: rgb(148, 147, 154); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; display: block; padding: 0px 10px; border-left: 5px solid rgb(207, 191, 199); border-right: 5px solid rgb(207, 191, 199); line-height: 9px; margin: 20px;"></div><p>Fingertips gently tapped the whiskey glass sitting in front of her on top of the bar. Dark hues fixed on the amber liquid within the clear glass. Her tongue slowly slid along the red painted skin of her lower lip, a small twitch tugged at the corners of her mouth. But the dark-haired beauty held it back, remaining stoic. A devious plan had been concocted and it needed to remain under wraps until it was time. Speaking of which, tilting her head slightly she gazed out through the double wooden doors. Across the street from the Saloon was the train station. Which would be leaving with a very small fortune aboard. Fingertips curled around the glass, bringing it to her red stained lips. The amber liquid slid down her throat with ease. Sliding the glass down the bar towards the male behind the counter she set a silver dollar. Picking up the black hat she slid it over her dark locks and made her way out the wooden double doors and into the street. Untying her horse, Carol slid her foot into the stirrup before pulling herself up and into the saddle. "Let's go, Jordan." She commanded and lightly kicked her heels into the horse.</p><p><br>As she made her way through the small Western town she could feel the eyes on her. But that was simply because she stood out. Anybody wearing a black hat was automatically suspected of being up to no good. And being that she was a female on top of it, only added to the suspicion. But they were right. She was about to cause some trouble. Just the thought of it caused a smile to cross her features. Keeping the reins within her fingertips, she made her way out of town and into the hills just on the outskirts. They were deserted and allowed for a better view of the train station. Pulling the black bandana over the lower half of her face, protecting her features from the dirt that the wind was blowing around, dark hues scanned the area for any signs of the sheriff. A few other black hats had made their way into town early that morning and caused a ruckus at the Saloon. So hopefully they would be keeping the law busy for the next hour or so. Adjusting herself within the saddle the sound of footsteps caught her attention. "Are you ready?" She questioned not even having to glance over her shoulder to know that it was her platinum blonde partner in crime.<br><br>Slowly turning her head a brow arched, as another smirk crossing her ruby red lips. "Think you'll be able to stay in the saddle this time?" She taunted with a small laugh. Turning her attention back towards the train station the release of steam signaled that the train was getting ready to pull out of the station and begin its journey through the desert. "You remember where the meet up is?" The two were to separate after gathering the loot from the train. In order to make it more difficult for them to be caught by the sheriff or his deputies. The horn signaled and slowly the train began to make its way from the port. Tightening her grip on the reins she shook them within her hands and kicked her heels. Taking off down the mountain, Carol left nothing but dust behind her as the horse picked up speed. It was only a matter of minutes before she was trailing right behind the caboose of the train. "Ready?" She called over to the blonde, getting as close towards the back of the train as possible. Hands dropped the reins as she kicked her feet out of the stirrups and began to stand up on the saddle. Getting the confirmation from her partner she jumped from the saddle, her hand reaching out and grabbing the black ladder that was attached to the back wall. Making her way to the roof she adjusted the black bandana covering her face once more. "Let's see how much trouble we can cause."</p></div></center>