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Quentin Tanner is gambler and poker player since his teen age. He come in town to participate to the poker challenge at the Gold Nugget. He love girls, all goods things of the life and is a good gunner.

 

Elisa Walsh come from the East, where she was living with her husband, a fisherman. When he died two years ago, she travelled to the West with her daughter Mathilde. She studied for become a nurse and worked in a hospital in the Montana.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman. The rights to those characters and to the show belong to the creators of the show, to CBS, The Sullivan Company and to A&E.
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Wind of Change: The Wild West
- Chapter 1 -
- 1873, Thursday August 25th -

Elisa was back in town in her wagon after picking up Mrs. Bonetti’s daughter. The oldest of the Bonetti family, Cassandra, sat beside her. Elisa offered a lift every day to the young woman who helped Grace at the Café. She dropped the Italian woman, greeted Grace with her beautiful pregnant belly, and continued her way to the clinic.

Grace gave two cups of coffee to Cassandra at the same time. "Bring this to Dorothy and Loren," she said, while pointing to their table before returning to her pans. Cassandra smiled to the customers.

"Beautiful day today! It is hard to think that the summer will be ending soon with a sun like that."

"Yes," agreed Dorothy, while she took her cup. "Thank you Cassandra."

The waitress let them and they saw Horace walking toward them.

"Did you know that the Springs Chateau will have a new owner?" asked the telegraph operator. Dorothy’s eyes grew wide, interested by the news.

"Really? I didn't hear that Dinston wanted to sell so early!"

"I just received a telegram and the deal is actually completed, the change will be made officially during next week! I have to bring it to Preston."

"Preston?" Loren asked.

"Yes, the new owner wanted to announce his coming this afternoon." Horace looked again on his paper before he continued. "That's it! This is for Preston and this is sign B. H. Lodge!"

"Damn! Not another one! I can't imagine two of them in town!" Loren grumbled.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman. The rights to those characters and to the show belong to the creators of the show, to CBS, The Sullivan Company and to A&E.
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Wind of Change: The Wild West
- Chapter 2 -
- 1873, Thursday August 25th -

The sun reached the top of the sky when Hank paid Grace for his dinner. While walking toward the saloon, he thought about Brittany and what she was doing here - especially with Preston! When he entered the saloon, he froze in front of the scene. A young woman with long and blond curly hair, wearing a shirt and a pants, pointed a riffle in the direction of an angry customer who was holding a knife.

"What the hell’s going on here?" he exclaimed for the woman.

"That's a private discussion Mister!" answered the woman, really unhappy.

Hank showed his two hands slowly to calm down the woman and said, “Maybe it’s a private matter, but it’s my saloon and I don't like people poitin’ my customers with guns." He moved a foot in front and his glanced focused on one of his girls who was on her knees on the floor with a bloody wound on her arm.

The customer reacted brutally to Hank's move. He swivelled around and was ready to through his knife at Hank. At this moment, the woman shot the customer's hand, causing him to drop his knife and scream out of pain.

"That's enough!" she said with an annoyed tone. Megan arranged her riffle and observed Hank quickly from top to bottom, before put a few coins on the table.

"For the damages... I'll come back when the place’s not so crowded." While she walked toward the main door, Hank made sure that the customer could do no harm.

Hank questioned the girl with a look. Her sign of the head confirmed what he thought. It was the guy who had hurt her a few minutes ago. Hank looked back at the main door, where the woman had left.