Kate adjusts her hat, pulling the brim low over her eyes as she quietly surveys the town. The name is tooled in proud block letters above the door of a schoolhouse. There's a drugstore, a gristmill — even a decent-looking hotel named the Sanford. She peers in every window, looking for wanted posters at the local post office, sitting stiff in the saddle until she's sure there won't be trouble.
"Mineral City. S'a ... lil' spit of a place. If I recall rightly, the water here's supposed t'have healin' properties."
There are troughs out in front of the Sanford Hotel, where Kate slowly directs them.
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Kate adjusts her hat, pulling the brim low over her eyes as she quietly surveys the town. The name is tooled in proud block letters above the door of a schoolhouse. There's a drugstore, a gristmill — even a decent-looking hotel named the Sanford. She peers in every window, looking for wanted posters at the local post office, sitting stiff in the saddle until she's sure there won't be trouble.
"Mineral City. S'a ... lil' spit of a place. If I recall rightly, the water here's supposed t'have healin' properties."
There are troughs out in front of the Sanford Hotel, where Kate slowly directs them.