It had been the day that Ida Mae dreaded more than anything. It was the day that Ida Mae had to buckle up and drive her wagon into town in order to purchase and order any needed supplies that would last her through the month. She didn't do this often as she wished to appear invisible to the world. Thus far she was doing a mighty fine job as keeping herself low and under the radar. Since running away to this small town Ida Mae had only had one dangerously close encounter to someone finding out her true identity. She only hoped the Marshal wouldn't pursue her any further less she be arrested, tried and then hung for her actions. The thought of dying for her crime always churned her stomach, making her face go pale. Nobody would listen or at least believe her side of the story. Nobody.
Now the day had rather turned out to be a pretty successful one. There had been only a few places she had needed to stop in on so Ida Mae had not left home until past lunch hour. It would have been smarter to hitch up her horse and ride into town during opening hours, but for some reason she had woken up way late. No one seemed to have taken notice of her however, as she finally made her way down the main road leading straight through the middle of town. It was the way she had wanted and wished that it would be. No longer did Ida Mae need human interaction or companionship like in her past life. In fact she near dreaded the thought of having to strike up a decent enough conversation with a complete stranger to appear less conspicuous.
After having paid for all that she needed and after loading it all up herself, Ida Mae allowed herself a few minutes to peek in through the window of a small tailor shop. The dresses were exquisite. The material looked fragile and smooth like the dresses which she use to wear back home. Now all she ever wore were cheap button up blouses and simple itchy skirts. No ruffles or lace or anything fancy for that matter. More than anything Ida Mae wished to walk into the store and at least touch the beautiful pieces, but instead she turned and walked away heading right for her buckboard.
Ida Mae got lost in her thoughts of home as she held the reins, leading Fuego back on down the dirt road. Had her horse not had any sense about him Ida Mae and her wagon would have ran over a man who was nearly passed out right there in front of them, but when she came to a dead halt Ida Mae looked up in wonder. Although she always tried to keep herself secluded from the rest of the world Ida Mae would never pass up to help someone in need - if there weren't others around to help instead that is and it appeared as if this was one of those times.
No one else was around and seemed to take notice of the man who was now hunched over. She hadn't been quick about it, but Ida Mae soon hiked up her skirt and hopped down from her wagon to help the poor man. When she knelt down beside him she gasped as she recognized the face. "Zay.."
Ida Mae lightly shook him by the shoulder, "Zay, are you alright?"
She didn't know the man very well, had only ran into him a few times in the past, but they at least knew each other by name. Now, she wasn't exactly an intelligent woman when it came to diagnosing what was wrong with a person, but from what she could see she figured he was at least thirsty. For only a moment did she leave his side in order to retrieve her canteen from under the bench of her wagon. "Here, drink this.."
Ida Mae removed the lid and carefully poured a small amount of water to his overly dried lips, hoping that he would soon come to.