A stage coach comes rolling up, rocking just a little with the speed. It comes to a bumpy halt right outside the trading post. As it stops, a slim girl with auburn hair jumps off the driver's seat. She comes into the trading post and walks directly to the counter. "Howdy, Laz! I got yer shipment of sugar and flour on the stage. And a couple o' city slickers from Boston that wanted to see the west." She grins, knowing she gave them a little bit rougher of a ride than was necessary. "You got some sasparilla in here?"