People should not have to pay for water and Kate wasn't charging most them for the water. However, time was money. Time not tending to her mercantile and taking time away from her family's ranch by borrowing two cowhands had to be made up somehow. So, instead of charging, Kate Cordello was bartering.
The schoolhouse was getting a barrel because none of the Cordellos were the kind of monsters who wanted to charge children for water. The church also got a barrel along with the Sherriff. The doctor was getting water in exchange for future medical treatment for the family for the workers at the ranch. There were little exchanges here and there through the dusty town. The saloon and inn was getting water for a fee, the cost of a barrel plus a little more to cover the hard work of getting the water and bringing it to town.
The water had come from a natural spring on the Cordello ranch and since it had been discovered that the local well had been poisoned, it was under armed guard. Kate had the idea of barreling it and bringing it to town using two wagons and three men. She lead the first wagon, gloves on and a shotgun next to her. She didn't want to have to use it but in this town it was a bad idea to not have it.
Her first stop was the Cordello Mercantile. She had mason jars and had a barrel stored in the back. Then it was off to the local saloon and despite delivering to the back, she ran into trouble.
"Whatcha got there?" Came a voice from her left.
Kate turned to look. It wasn't a local, she was certain as she had never seen him in the store. Something about him caused her to feel nervous. The bartender and cowhand were busy inside the saloon, moving the big barrel. It was just Kate outside.
"I'll thank you to mind your own business and move along," Kate said, her tone firm.
"Aww, come on now. I'm just being friendly. Aren't we friends?"
"I do not know you, sir."
The stranger shifted his posture and took a step towards her which caused Kate to get her shotgun and bring it around to her front. "That's not very friendly of you. Maybe I'll get my friends and we'll take that water from you? Teach you some manners?"
Kate didn't want to have to shoot at him. She would have much rather been left alone to conduct her business. However, Dry River did get a lot of travelers ambling in and out of town. Most were not harmless. The stranger took another step towards her. Kate was still by herself and the look on the strangers face would indicate that he did not take her as a threat at all.
"Mister, I will fire this at your head if you do not get out of here."
Kate Cordello - OC - OTA
The schoolhouse was getting a barrel because none of the Cordellos were the kind of monsters who wanted to charge children for water. The church also got a barrel along with the Sherriff. The doctor was getting water in exchange for future medical treatment for the family for the workers at the ranch. There were little exchanges here and there through the dusty town. The saloon and inn was getting water for a fee, the cost of a barrel plus a little more to cover the hard work of getting the water and bringing it to town.
The water had come from a natural spring on the Cordello ranch and since it had been discovered that the local well had been poisoned, it was under armed guard. Kate had the idea of barreling it and bringing it to town using two wagons and three men. She lead the first wagon, gloves on and a shotgun next to her. She didn't want to have to use it but in this town it was a bad idea to not have it.
Her first stop was the Cordello Mercantile. She had mason jars and had a barrel stored in the back. Then it was off to the local saloon and despite delivering to the back, she ran into trouble.
"Whatcha got there?" Came a voice from her left.
Kate turned to look. It wasn't a local, she was certain as she had never seen him in the store. Something about him caused her to feel nervous. The bartender and cowhand were busy inside the saloon, moving the big barrel. It was just Kate outside.
"I'll thank you to mind your own business and move along," Kate said, her tone firm.
"Aww, come on now. I'm just being friendly. Aren't we friends?"
"I do not know you, sir."
The stranger shifted his posture and took a step towards her which caused Kate to get her shotgun and bring it around to her front. "That's not very friendly of you. Maybe I'll get my friends and we'll take that water from you? Teach you some manners?"
Kate didn't want to have to shoot at him. She would have much rather been left alone to conduct her business. However, Dry River did get a lot of travelers ambling in and out of town. Most were not harmless. The stranger took another step towards her. Kate was still by herself and the look on the strangers face would indicate that he did not take her as a threat at all.
"Mister, I will fire this at your head if you do not get out of here."