Feral Heart

"I was waiting for a response, but you just say there, so." He shrugged and tossed his boots aside. He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off his muscled shoulders. He took off his gun belt and sat it on the nightstand before rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck again. "You can have the bed." He said and took one pillo and the quilt off the bed, leaving only a pillow and the top sheet.

As Jake walked through the door, he lifted his hat off of his head. He looked over at Charlie and smiled. "Well aren't you purty as a picture." He said and looked over at Billy. He hung his hat on the post of the bed before cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders. He sat down on the edge of the bed, removing his boots and socks slowly, glancing at Charlotte from time to time.

Jake rolled his eyes and looked at Charlie. "Go help him? I'll take Mouse for ya too." He said and backed Pistol up a step.
(Lol. Sure, Darkey.)

It's the town stables. Where you took your horses if you're passing through. Like a parking lot for horses.)

Jake chuckled. "She's the..sheriff of this town." He chuckled and pulled back on the reins, backing from the hitching post. "C'mon. We need to get to sleep. Get out early tomorrow." He said and turned. "Especially you. Can't hold your whiskey?" He laughed and pushed forward towards the inn.

(I don't think Gypsy Vanner's were in the US at this time. Not sure they were even a breed, seeing as there were only 300 in theUS in 2005. If you can find a site that says they were around in this time, please link it to me. :3 Again, just trying to keep it realistic.)