Someone Catches Verna's Eye...

The sounds of a punch up grab Verna's attention as she looks towards a tavern. A young man, barely over eighteen, small and slight but all lean muscle, with red hair and green eyes, tumbles backwards, out of the tavern followed by three large men. The kid's a plucky fighter and fightin' vicious as a cornered rat, but he's outnumbered. From the things that Verna hears the men saying, they're more or less beating him up because they're bored and he's little.

"That just ain't right," thinks Verna, "maybe I'll give him a hand."

She's already seen that, even against these odds, he looks to be holding his own, but can't win. She likes that. Even small, he's tough. Verna decides to even the odds. She hops down from her horse and charges in, her fist colliding hard with the jaw of the largest man. He falls like a sack of flour and Verna is now back to back with the little red-haired man. The two of them take care of the remaining two men. She easily smashes down one of them with a one-two knock out combination while the little man kicks the other in the groin, and then in the head, knocking him out. The two of them stand, catching their breath, and the little man turns to Verna, looking up into her eyes (as he is only about 5'3" tall.)

"Thank ye, kindly, miss," he says, his accent definately Irish, as he extends a hand to shake, "m'name is Finn. Please...lemme buy ye a drink te thank ye."

Verna looks down at the young and small yet plucky and tough man. He could be a lot of fun, thinks Verna with a smile.