Dig Your Own Grave RP

Sylvia
"Fine enough, hun," she drawled with another nod. "You can start working whenever, but you'll be getting paid next week."
Johnny
Johnny nodded. He stayed there for a few more minutes before he decided to get up and go outside. He carefully shut the door and took a deep breath of the fresh air before looking for a place he could actually fall asleep. He found their barn and promptly curled up in the hay. He quickly fell asleep.

Outlaw
She went and caught her lineback dun stallion from the corral where she kept her two personal stallions separate from her own mares, and led him out the hitching rail, ground tying him there while she used her hands to give him a brushing. The stud stood, his cunning green eyes half closed on his hammerhead face, one striped leg cocked. The stud was the meanest, cunningnest horse she owned out of her 6 horses, but after she'd earned his trust he never bit or kicked her again, and could go all day on the trail, and could track better then an Apache; a skill from his days as a wild horse. She went into the barn to fetch her saddle and hackmore, treading on feet as quite as a mouse after seeing Johnny asleep on the hay. She saddled the horse, then tied her lasso to the saddle, bridled him, and swung up onto the 16.3 hh stud, reining him out of the yard and towards the canyon where the ranch horses ran. "C'mon Wolf, lets go hunt us up some horses for that Johnny boy to use." She said to the stallion, nudging him into a lope towards the canyon.

Johnny
Johnny twitched uneasily in his sleep. He had been haunted by nightmares for the longest time. He could barely remember the last time he sleep peacefully. Most of the time though, his nightmares were manageable. Perhaps it was being chased by a monster while running through peanut butter, or realizing he forgot to put on pants and then falling off a cliff. Sometimes, though, they were much worse. Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night, shivering and fearing for his life as memories of terrible experiences flooded his mind. Luckily, this was not one of those dreams. And although his sleeping face was grimacing, he got plenty of much need rest.

Cherry
Cherry and her brother arrived in the tavern as a singer finished her song. The crowd applauded, covering the sound of their entrance. Cherry claimed a table while her younger brother went to ask about something to eat. She observed the people in the tavern for a few minutes before Walt came and sat down next to her. A few men were harassing a waitress a few tables over. "It'll be a few minutes, but-" he started, but Cherry cut him off. "I'll be back," she said, getting up and walking over. "That's enough, the lot of you," she said coldly. "This poor girl has endured your treatment long enough." "Forgotten your manners, have you?" one man said. The others laughed, obviously very drunk. "Well, I would hardly call you gentlemen," Cherry replied. The waitress smiled gratefully at her and went to wait more tables, and Cherry turned on her heel and strode back to her table. "Bunch of idiots, the lot of them," she muttered as she sat down.

Outlaw
She thought of what the Bar 7's next move would be as she rode towards the canyon. She had layed it out plain to them, but she knew they wouldn't take it lying down, but someone would be lying down by the end; lying down in a grave. She had danced with death to often to be afraid, but she didn't want to get any of the hands she was hiring killed in the process. She halted her thoughts as they reached the canyon, Wolf walking confidently through the gap leading into the several hundred acres of lush grass that lay in a hole in the towering rock formations. She halted him, studying the several hundred head of geldings and mares that grazed, then selecting 3 to rope for Johnny to use; a black and white paint mare that stood 15.1 and sturdy, a bay 15.2 gelding, and a sorrel overo gelding that was 15 hands stocky. All where good cow horses that had been used before by previous hands, and she roped them and got a halter on without any trouble. Wolf walked back out of the winding trail, then broke into a lope back towards camp at her nudge, the reins loose on his neck as she held the mare's leadrope in one hand and the two geldings' in the other. She used her legs to bring him to a trot into the ranch yard and up to the hitching rail, then she swung down and lead the three horses into a corral next to the two corrals holding her own horses. She took their halters off and closed and latched the gate after she was out, then slung the halters over the fence for Johnny to use on the horses later and went to untack Wolf.

Sylvia
Sylvia cocked an eyebrow at the newest customer. People rarely stood up the workers unless they wanted to take them home later. Most of the time, the working girls had to deal with it themselves. She got up from the bar and headed over to their table to try and figure them out. She plastered on a fake smile and sweet voice, "Hello! How are you today?"

Kitty
She beamed as Sylvia told her that she had gotten the job. Over her shoulder she saw a man and woman walk into the bar, mostly unnoticed. She watched with a mixture of bewilderment and admiration as the woman talked down an overly-imbibed group of patrons. She saw Sylvia walk over to their table and inconspicuously moved in closer to catch what she could of the conversation.

Cherry 
Cherry turned and smiled at the woman. "As well as can be expected, thank you," she replied. Walt dipped his head in greeting.

Sylvia
"I noticed what you just did. Do you do that often?" She sat down in an empty chair and crossed one leg over the other.

Cherry
"Well," Cherry said, more than a little confused by the question. "No one should be treated like that, in my opinion." She paused. "You mean to tell me no one usually intervenes?"

Sylvia
"Of course not," Sylvia dropped the smile, "Most of our customers are men like that. It's not a wise decision to upset them. If the girls can't deal with them themselves they shouldn't be working here." She unfolded her legs and stood up. "I don't make the rules."

Cherry 
Cherry considered this for a second. "Fair enough, I suppose." She waited until the woman had left before she muttered, "Americans have no sense of manners." Walt just shrugged. "Different place, different people, Cherry."

Kitty
She turned towards Sylvia as she walked back to the bar and tried not to let on that she had been eavesdropping. "What was that all about?"

Sylvia
"Just some Brits not understanding how businesses work." She touched up her hair a bit in the reflection of a glass and turned back to Kitty. "I havd some work to do now. I trust you'll bd fine without me?"

Kitty
She nodded to show that she could manage. As Sylvia left to whatever business she had to attend to, curiosity about the foreigners permeated her mind. Though she knew she should probably get back up on stage and do her job, she found herself drifting farther in towards the patrons, and then suddenly she was introducing herself to the British man and woman. 
"Howdy there! I'm Kitty. You two new here in town?"