Madeline will convince Chet the merchant.

Madeline enjoyed a relaxing sponge bath and long night rest complements of Trudy whose Prospector Saloon doubled as an inn. With a fresh body and mind, even in a cleaned up vault suit thanks to Sunny hard at work at a washbucket-Madeline knew she could repay with kindness the effort of getting help for her welcoming hosts (and pay back those bastard Powder Gangers).

Madeline knew that getting the local merchant on their side would be quite beneficial--weapons and ammunition, traveling supplies--etc. Would all be needed to get up to Vegas and help complete her mission. Likewise, the town of Goodsprings would need a hand if they were gonna fight off determined bandits.

Just next to the Prospector Saloon was a western style building labeled "General Store," and as Madeline walked cautiously inside she noticed a decent selection of goods, a counter and a shorter man in dusty clothes with short black hair.

The stranger behind the counter, no doubt this Chet fellow, quickly eyed Madeline up with a more than mercantile appreciation.

"Well hey there," the man said coolly "Looking for something in particular?" He smiled, his eyes resting obviously on Madeline's breasts before moving slowly up to her eyes.

"I am actually." Madeline approached the counter "My name is Madeline and while I am just new here--I am trying to help Trudy and Sunny out."

"Oh of course those two would be up to something." He puffed and cursed under his breath "The name is Chet--what fool errand have they got you doing?" He laughed wryly.

"Well the Powder Gangers mean to cause trouble-they will probably come into Goodsprings and do what those bastards do best. A guy named Joe Cobb seems to want to find someone named Ringo and thinks that Goodsprings is hiding him." Madeline replied.

"Sounds like a problem for sure--but Joe Cobb and his gang ain't caused me too many problems." Chet crossed his arms. "Let me guess--you want weapons, ammo, and armor for this little cowboy shoot?"

He leaned forward with a look of resolve "Look these wares in here don't come cheap. And I can't be going off and giving them to every Tom, Dick, and Harry that asks for them."