She's sure to grab her guns before leaving the room, taking time to fasten the old leather holster in the hallway. Her footsteps are sure and quick as she descends the stairs, the comforting nickel weight of a six on her right hip, the Lemon Squeezer on her left.

She slips her hat on once she's outside, warding off the blinding brightness of the sun, and makes her way to the square.


"... outrage! It's time something were done, here!"

The good Judge Eugene Parker is on a soapbox by the town well, elevated above the crowds and looking nervous, sweating through his three piece suit. Young Mr. Cooper is to his left, the roughed up gentleman standing on his own strength beside him.

"I hear you, I hear you," Judge Parker assures, dabbing at his forehead with a handkerchief.

Kate walks a slow circle around the outskirts of the gathering, eyes on the crowd as she moves.

"And I have it on good authority that the mayor hears you, too."

"Well then what are y'gonna do 'bout it?!"

"That is what I'm here to discuss."

Kate admires him for trying to keep calm while various townsfolk cry their complaints, but if he doesn't quit dallying around he'll have a mob on his hands.