Lisa finds her pride and leaves town.

As she gazed about, the crowd having dispersed leaving her alone and soaked in piss, Lisa realised with certainty that there was no place for her here. This town was a shithole that would only bring her down, anywhere else would be an improvement.

She quickly made her way off the street, ducking around the side of Usher's place then sticking to the shadows as best she could as she headed towards the outskirts of town. She spotted a large rug drying on the back porch of a dilapidated home as she passed which she snuck in and stole, getting a safe distance away before tearing a hole in the centre and placing it over her head, fashioning it into a sort of poncho. Feeling better for having at least partially covered up her nakedness she then set out south east towards the hills. She had passed that way and noticed the relative greenery, occasional copses of low trees and shrubbery sprouting from the ridge line. Surely there must be a water source that way, maybe some edible berries or even game. It seemed the best place to hole up for a while to plan her next move.

She made it to the top of the ridge, her hopes rising as she noted the vegetation growing greener and more abundant in the valley below. She made her way down and soon found herself wandering through a relative oasis, birdsong floating through the air as she pushed through the undergrowth which eventually opened up to a low creek bed. Lisa leaned down and drank thirstily from her hands, relishing the refreshing cool water when a chill began to creep up her spine. Suddenly she noticed the dead silence, the birds had stilled and she began to feel a foreboding sense that someone, or something was watching her.

She quickly rose and with extra pace in her step, pushed back into the undergrowth hoping to find a somewhere out of sight to hide until the threat had passed. Who could it be? Had Usher sent riders out to find her, or perhaps it was the lynchers skulking about after her... or something else entirely.