“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
Dodge walked calmly out to his companions, Ade and Wyane. His left hand shook as it always did, he would always curse his father for that…“How is the lady?” Dodge asked as he looked towards Wyane. Wyane stood and wiped his hands with the bloody rag, sweat dripped down his face -even if Kansas was cooling down, summer sure the hell ain’t over yet.“Fine,” He sighed and glanced down at the woman. Dodge, after saving her and her companions lives from a rowdy bandit bunch, laughed at her attire. A woman wearing pants was definitely something new, the revolver that once kissed her hip now hung on his own for the time being, but what confused him the most was her partner… He seemed too uptight for a pant-wearin’ lady.
“They almost tore ya’ to shreds, Ms.Young…” Cassidy blinked as Dodge explained how last night's events folded out. She sat on a tree stump, Dodge stood nearby with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a handkerchief in the other. Mateo, who was still asleep, snoring gently. His tan face bloody and bruised, he risked so much for someone he hardly even knew - just because she showed him a small dash of kindness. Thomas chatted quietly with Ade and Wayne, explaining his own backstory with many details left out. “How did you find us? What were you doin’ out here?” Dodge chuckled, shook his head, and ran a hand through his black curls, the whiskey in his hand almost gone. Cassidy finished her water and bread, before wiping her hands of the caked on blood with a nearby r
“Mateo?” Cassidy gently shook the kid awake, his brown eyes finally opening as the moon rose up and shone upon Dodge’s small campsite. Behind the blanket of which Mateo now laid, Dodge, his companions, and Thomas busied themselves of starting a fire and cooking a few rabbits which they shot earlier.“Huh?” Mateo questioned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Where are we?” Mateo’s voice was like a bullfrog. Dirt, bruises, and dried blood near the left side of his face seemed to be highlighted by the moonlight.“A few miles west of where we camped yesterday…” Cassidy responded as she took a bandana out of her pocket, splash some water from her canteen onto it, and gently patted the dirt and blood off of his tan skin. The Kansas air was chilly tonight, maybe th
“Misty,” Cassidy smiled as she tightened the saddle bags, Mateo on the other side of Misty doing the same thing. Above them as the sun shined, a buzzard flew south. Her blonde hair still wet from the small, cold bath she took in the river.“She's quite the biter,” Mateo laughed, gently pushing Misty’s black and white speckled nose, her blue roan coat shimmering. Pushing his hand into his pocket, Mateo fished out a small apple and fed it to Misty as a small treat. “I was saving it for later, but I think Misty needs it more than I do,”“Mateo…” She sighed, looking over her saddle to him, meeting his brown eyes and messy black hair. “About Thomas…”He sighed as well, running a hand on Mi