I would have loved to see this as a finished project, but things happen that are always beyond one's control.
Regardless, it is a very beautiful concept, I absolutely love her outfit, so far what I can see from the top, and it goes to show to make a female character that everyone loves you don't need to make her a scantily scad sex object to do it, no offense to the woman in the background.
...A bunch of the boys were whooping it up In the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box Was hitting a jag-time tune; Back of the bar, in a solo game, Sat Dangerous Dan McGrew, And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, The lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below, And into the din and the glare, There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, Dog-dirty, and loaded for bear. He looked like a man with a foot in the grave And scarcely the strength of a louse, Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, And he called for drinks for the house. There was none could place the stranger's face, Though we searched ourselves for a clue; But we drank his health, and the last to drink Was Dangerous Dan McGrew.
There's men that somehow just grip your eyes, And hold them hard like a spell; And such was he, and he looked to me Like a man who had lived in hell; With a face most hair, and the dreary stare Of a dog whose day is done, As he watered the green stuff in his glass, And the drops fell one by one. Then I got to figgering who he was, And wondering what he'd do, And I turned my head -- and there watching him Was the lady that's known as Lou.......
From, "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" by Robert W. Service
Regardless, it is a very beautiful concept, I absolutely love her outfit, so far what I can see from the top, and it goes to show to make a female character that everyone loves you don't need to make her a scantily scad sex object to do it, no offense to the woman in the background.
Very well done, I love it.
--VMS
Tres bien
In the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box
Was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game,
Sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love,
The lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below,
And into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks,
Dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave
And scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar,
And he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger's face,
Though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the last to drink
Was Dangerous Dan McGrew.
There's men that somehow just grip your eyes,
And hold them hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me
Like a man who had lived in hell;
With a face most hair, and the dreary stare
Of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass,
And the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was,
And wondering what he'd do,
And I turned my head -- and there watching him
Was the lady that's known as Lou.......
From, "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" by Robert W. Service
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