Cass "Ace" wild's Questionnaire

Cass takes a long, slow drag from her cigarette. As she inhales the warm glow of the embers illuminate her sparsely freckled nose and glossed lips. 

She sucks her teeth and rolls her heel out, spurs rattling with a taunting cackle. 

"Depends on who's asking, don't it?"  She smiles and tilts her head, as if sizing you up "If you're workin' for Ricter I'd tell ya to kick dust. heh." Her chuckle is almost addictive. A smile creeps across her face, the same kind a coyote gives to a jackrabbit.

"You seem right enough. Alright then." She sucks her stick for half a breath before extinguishing it beneath her boot. "I live on my ranch outside of Big Spring-" She says with the smoke still in her lungs, as she finishes she exhales out of her nose like a dragon. "-She ain't much but she gets me by and shades me from the sun. There's plenty of work out there in the Wide-Open."

She rolls the bead on her tongue across the roof of her mouth and flashes her piercing green eyes.   

Smoke hangs heavy in the air as she looks at her cards. Nothing crosses her face, no tell or sign of what she might have. The table is littered with chips a bundles of cash. The man to her left's eye twitches as he throws another hundred into the pot. Dean sits across from Cass, eyes trained like a hawk on anything she might try an pull. As the tables attentions shifts onto him that white cowboy leans forwards, leather groaning against the food of his chair.

"Looks like you bit off a bit more then you can chew Ace." He Jeers "Admit it, your luck's run up dry this time."

The Black cowgirl snickers "If you cant call just say so Tex. Ain't no point making a show of it." She holds her finger to her lip and shushes him with a wink.

Dean huffs and reaches below the table and draws in a flash of gunmettle. The two other players to either side of Cass draw on him in reaction but Tex still beats them out, Cass herself doesn't react, just keeping her eyes locked on her rivals face. After a tense second he lets his magnum hang on his finger by the trigger guard and holds his hands up. "Think again Ace-" He tosses the silvered gun onto the table, splashing the chips around. The gun shimmered in the light, the engraving 'Widowmaker' down the barrel glared up at the players who have started lowering their weapons. "I raise."

Cass smiled carefully, what a good day to have an ace up her sleeve...