The old west //Natasha and Clint(Closed)
The horse drawn carriage bumped down the road, and although Natasha’s dress was padded with numerous skirts and petty coats, they did little to help the ride. She took a deep breath as they entered the small town, trying to keep any real emotion off her face. This was her first big job, and as much as she knew she could do this, it was still a little unnerving.
The carriage came to a jittery stop and the driver came by to help Natasha out, carrying her things into the hotel. It was just a short walk over to the bank, and when she checked her small wrist watch, she was pleased to be just a few minutes early. Stepping into the main office of the building she was greeted by security. A small smile crossed her lips. “Natasha Rushman. I’m here to see Mr. Gaits?” She asked, her expression soft.