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Of course, it's ready. With his arms idly by his sides, and his fellow Constructicons about him, Scrapper knew that their work was perfect. The math was unarguable. The prototypes were a complete success. The scale ups had all the bugs worked out of them. There was no room for failure in the...

"Tson Tin's got the General Store here in town," barkeep told Riley, pointing in the general direction down Main Street. "If that old coot ain't got it in his store, it probably ain't gettable in these parts." Barkeep looked around, to see if anyone was listening, and then leaned in close to...

Eleanore smiled in return. It was that trait that caused them to meet in the first place. "Seems so," she said gently. "You rest up. Then we will figure out what to do with you."

Laughing, Eleanore took off Riley's shoe's and put her in bed. "You take you clothes off when you're ready," she said, "and I'll wash 'em. Right now, you should probably sleep.". It looked like Ellie was going to be sleeping in the chair for a while.

Eleanore helped her childhood friend onto the horse, holding the side of the bridle to lead her to the little room she rented where Ellie stayed while in town. It was small, but it had a bed, a resting chair, a vanity table, a chest of drawers and several books on top held with two iron...

"We'll walk him, slow," Eleanore said. "And that way you don't have to walk."

"Let's get you on your horse," Eleanore suggested. "Then in a bed. I don't know if you'll be doing anything other than layin' up for a while." She laughed, trying to lighten the mood, but a bullet wound to the side wasn't a small thing, and healing from it wasn't either.

"But not lucky enough, huh?" Eleanore nodded at a passerby as they slowly walked toward the inn, she paused before they reached it, glancing at the saloon where Dart was tied up. If she left Riley at the inn, there was no sure way to see that she was taken care of, and while she seemed full of...

"I remember," Eleanore replied softly. "What your ma say about it?" It had been many years since she'd seen Riley, who had not been known as Bullet back then, but she recalled her mother being the softer of the two.

With Riley leaning on her, Eleanore helped her limp out of Sheriff Seavvy's, walking slowly and leading her toward the in. With the bounty dollars in her purse, Riley would be able to pay for the room with little problem. And even if she hadn't had it, the innkeeper would most likely have let...

"I'll help y'out," Eleanore said, walking over to her and putting her arm around her waist. "We'll have to move your horse over to the Inn stable, too. Then I gotta make arrangements for poor Horace." She glanced over to Sherriff Seavvy. "Poor Horace didn't deserve that." She then shot a...

Eleanore laughed, pocketing the pay. "He's already payed me plenty of times," she leaned in to Jim an spoke in a loud whisper. "I'm an old hat at this, even though this hat is rather new." She tipped it for good measure.

Eleanore had forgotten briefly, of why she was listening so closely to the story of Nemo. Glancing down at her hands, she turned behind her look at the young woman who had survived the gunshot wound, unlike her friend the barkeep. "You really are Riley, Nemo's girl?" she asked in a far away voice.

Eleanore's face was red from age, her hands red from Horace's blood, her eyes black coals and her lips a straight line as he glared at the back of Jimmy 2-Bullet's head. "You let me take care of him, Sheriff," she said quietly. "Horace didn't deserve that. He was a good man, to everyone who...

Horace put a shot of whiskey down in front of Jimmy O'Reilly forcefully, the glass making a clunking sound as it the hit. Eleanore tapped the bar just front of it. "Take a drink, Mr. O'Reilly, don't be rude," she said in a sweet voice. "You're going to get the bar all dirty, and somebody is...

Eleanore leaned back from the bar at the same time as Horace turned, both of them looking the foulmouthed newcomer up and down. "You should try watchin' your language," Eleanore said, "if yer wantin' a smile." "What'll you'll have for a drink?" Horace asked, his voice none too enthusiastic.

Eleanore had tied up Dart during the commotion and ambled back up the beat up seeing that Dr. Greinstein had things under control. The German doctor knew what he was doing, had patched up most of the town on one way or another, was reasonable, and the young woman and her apparently new...

Eleanore Hartfield downed her whiskey like a pro, after all, she was one. She turned the glass upside down and smiled at the bartender, who shook his head, returning her smile. "Ellie, you got some nerve, takin' advantage of me like that." "You're the one who said any drink on the house if I...