She smiled at him, ''you're welcome,'' she said, taking a drink.

[won't be on till three tommorow]

[lol so when she going to break a rib?]

(idk up to you)

"How's your day?" he asked.

Maggie shrugged,''a little slow,'' shr stated.

"It'll get better," he encouraged. "So, do you have any family?"

Maggie nodded, ''not blood related but he is family to me.''

"And who is he?" asked Patrick. She's profitably got a man somewhere, he thought sadly. "My family lives in Ireland, I was the only Murphy with a snese for adventure," he laughed.

She smiled, ''Jonathan came to live with us with his sister when their parents passed away.'' she said than smiled, ''Ireland huh? Should've guessed.''

"Yes, ma'am," he grinned. "From county Armagh."

She grinned at him, ''that's very interesting,'' she said.

"Thanks," he smiled. "Would maybe want to go for a walk?"

Maggie smiled and nodded, ''I would love to.''

The pair headed out into the street.

She smiled, walking beside him.

"So tell me about yourself."

Maggie shrugged a little, ''well there's not much, my daddy was a blacksmith, he died when I was young, so my momma raised me. When I was 10, my friend Jonathan's parents died so he moved in with us, sixteen is when I started dancing.''

"Sorry abour your father," he said. "But you're the best dancer I've ever seen."

Maggie blushed a little, ''thank you,'' she said smiling.

He smiled back.

(Should she break her leg when they go back or wait awhile?)

(hmmm....probaly wait, because I read over the original and they've known eachother for like a year, though we can shorten that)

"So, how about you? What's some things about yourself?" She asked.

"My Dad fished for a living so i love the sea. I fought in the tail end of the Mexican War. I love horses. I like to sing. Not much elese."

Maggie grinned at him, ''you are very interesting Mr. Quinn.''

"Glad someone does," he smiled. "And please its. Patrick."

(Shall we ff or do you have any ideas?)

((ff))

Maggie grinned, ''okay Patrick.''

Patrick walked into the saloon. It was time for one of Maggie's dances.

Maggie got on stage, grinning. She had hurten her leg earlier but it felt fine. The pianist started the music and she kicked up, a crack, her bone slipping out of place since it was already cracked.. That very kick bringing her down, hitting her head on the wood of the stage.

Without even knowing he had moved, Patrick scumbled to the stage and leaned down. "Maggie?! Arre you ok?!" there was fear in his voice.

Maggie clenched her jaw to keep from screaming at the pain in her leg. Her head was throbbing.

He leaned down. "Doc Johnson is on his way, you need to be brave for me ok? I know you're good at it."

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