William

Bonita and Cordell should have been done shopping hours ago. I thought to myself. Perhaps I should go looking for them. I had cut my hair shorter than it had been and bought a new outfit. I'd done a few other things as well with my money. I'd been up most of the night gambling and had won a small fortune that I had spent buying a carriage and preparing to buy trade goods to have a secure cover for going to Westport.

I fiddled with the roses in my hand and began walking down the street. I tried to look comfortable in the clothes, as the townsfolk just stared at me. I saw a familiar face poking through the crowd and I turned abruptly around. I saw Bonita and Cordell and grinned broadly.

"My darlings," I said, keeping the grin. "I brought you both a present."

They did not look happy.

"Oh I know my dears," The grin faltered slightly. "You couldn't find any decent clothes in this small town. Do not worry, I found some more appropriate clothes myself and they are waiting for you in the carriage."

Before they could respond I held up one rose to Cordell, "For my darling wife." I held the other up for Bonita, "To her beautiful handmaiden. I hope these make up for the inconvenience of stopping in this small town."

Before either of them could object, I shuffled them off and into one of the carriages I had purchased and hoped inside.

"We have to make a few stops between here and Westport to establish credibility," I explained. "And I needed a good cover to be traveling in such beautiful company."

*Edited for realism