- Joined
- Apr 9, 2010
As they rode, Barbara drifted between being terribly frightened and feeling worn out. Before she knew it, the sun had fled the sky and the moon had taken up it's residence casting everything in silver light. When they stopped and she dismounted she made a show of being ambivalent towards the gun but not overly rebellious or stupid as she was uncuffed. Hearing the other woman speak she quirked an eyebrow at the nickname she called Pam and again wondered about the relationship the two had. Since she had nothing to threaten with and no cards in her hand, she decided now was not the best time to act stubborn. As her hands were retied with rope in front of her now she looked at the masked woman in the dark, her eyes shining an icy blue in the moonlight. "Please, just let me go," she begged. "Listen, as far as I'm concerned you're small potatoes compared to Pamela, especially since all you did was shoot me. I promise we won't be looking for you if you let me go." It was the best she could promise. She didn't know what was going on between the two criminals but all she knew was she didn't want to be in the middle of it.