“Did I say beer?” Silas spat, clicking the hammer of his pistol back and letting it carelessly aim at the poor bartender; the short, fat, and bald man sweating profusely as he stuttered an apology and Cassidy held back her grimace.
The saloon had open doors, probably to let the storm from last night be aired out from the vicinity, and people made them scarce when Silas showed his scarred face; no one wanted to end up dead like the three innocents from just three days ago and Cassidy had made sure to pay her price in self inflicted pain for their souls though nothing could compare to the hurt those innocents families - her wrists and thighs spelled out ‘sorry’ like spilled etches of needle shaped traces.
“One whiskey,” The bartender slide a shot glass in front of Silas who just sighed, p
And arm candy, she was.After Cassody was shown around to the town's people, who only listened and admired her thanks to Silas' looming threat and waving pistol, she was finally relieved from her heeled boot covered feet as Silas pushed her down into one of the front row wooden chairs.It squeaked from age or the heavy pale pink fabric that clung to Cassidy much to her dismay, or perhaps it was both; she didn't care, in fact her thoughts were only trained on three things: her friends, the deal, and if the two would clash against each other.She already knew the answer.Dodge spent all day watching his goddess from afar, only pausing to get cleaned up and take a very unrestful nap when Mateo practically f
Dodge couldn’t help but stare…How had this happened so quickly?Everything had just happened so damn quickly.Cassidy’s once beautiful blush pink dress with lace ruffles now ripped, her corset showing boldly and stained with crimson, curls undone and scattered, and only her skirt seemed roughly intact; was he too late? He could’ve- No, wanted to prevent this, but he was too late.“Dodge-” Cassidy’s voice could hardly be heard against the silence of the night; it held a softness Dodge wasn’t used to on anyone and he could compare
He froze as he saw her, dropping both saddle tact without a care, and rushed forward, falling on his knees to the side of the small bed, and took her pale hand; she was cold. Almost as cold as ice up north during winter and he was surprised her pale lips weren’t blue… Her face was calm unlike her usual sarcastic-don’t-give-a-care-in-the-world expression, blonde locks of beauty crowning her head, and those blue gems closed. What the hell-“Her side,” Mateo grunted out and it was just then Dodge looked down and saw her corset had been cut open, breasts on display, but Dodge didn’t pay any attention to them; instead he focused on the ever deepening crimson colored shirt that Mateo pressed into her side.“Shit.” He spat.
“You stubborn ass!” Dodge pushed the plate of food closer with a glare, the force making the last season grapes roll slightly and almost over the end of the plate.“You foul mouth carcass!” She spat right back with a rough cough and huffed, her arms crossing over her linen shirt covered chest before wincing in pain and those blue eyes of hers trained on the window outside with a permanent scowl etched onto that pale face.“Eat.” Dodge pushed, having enough of Cassidy’s stubborn attitude.Last night was enough to send him off the deep end, scared that when she fell asleep in the early hours of this morning that she might not wake back up, and when Mateo returned late last night, she only smiled softly; Dodge wasn’t used to
Thomas couldn’t keep his eyes off of the cross made up of plain oak wood that was planted into the ground, fresh dirt piled and showed that death could come at anytime, that thought alone; he fisted his blood laced handkerchief that was housed in his pocket, ignoring the goosebumps that painted his skin.Being close to God had its ups and downs, not everyone could possibly understand and Thomas knew that everyone had their own beliefs, but… There were a few times he doubted God and had paid the price for it, though staring down to the fresh grave made those times zip past him.“Did ya know the poor bastard?” A familiar voice drew Thomas from his thoughts, yanking him back down to earth and he huffed a sigh as he turned around to face Ruby.Today, her hair was pulled back into a loose braid and her clothes the most modest Thomas had ever seen on her figure, surprising him, and she smiled knowingly before speaking.“Just ‘cuz I’m some whore don’t mean I gotta dress like one Tom,” She sn
She took a swig of whiskey, the sour yet warm sensation burned the back of her throat but she played no mind. Chips of black, red, and green stared at her. Air of heavy cigarette smoke, drunken conversations, and mid-afternoon tangos surrounded everyone in the parlour."Your turn, Cody," His breath smelled of stale cigarettes
Cassidy's fingers work diligently as she laced up her boots, the tight brown canvas pants hugged her figure and the maroon colored button up enhanced her facial features. At her waist, the leather holster hugged her colt single action army, the silver detailing was sure to shine in today's sun.
"What the Hell is wrong with you?" Thomas yelled over the roaring wind as he gripped the reins of his buckskin mustang who went by the name of Trotter."Save your speech, Tom," She yelled back. Her blue roan mustang, Mist