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5. Futures Together
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“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
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Searching the Wild Lovely West 8. Viper
“No,” Dodge walked up to the log and Cassidy gestured for him to sit, he happily obliged and thanked her quietly before continuing. “Pissant may know a lot ‘bout God but he doesn’t seem to know shit ‘bout his friend,”“Ah,” Cassidy laughed, still focused on the pink wildflower for a moment. She threw the flower down, stomped it with her boot heel, and looked up to Dodge mischievously. “I see we’ve changed out the term ‘lover’ for ‘friend’.”“A lover doesn’t treat their other like shit, Ms.Young, and if they be doin’ that, then they ain’t no lover - they’re an asshole,”Again, Cassidy laughed but Dodge noticed
Searching the Wild Lovely West 9. Whiskey
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“Name.” Thomas sighed, watching as his best friend paced back and forth as the others started to pack up the campsite, Mateo having just a little too much fun stomping the fire out; Dodge let his eyes watch the two friends closely in discretion. “We need a name, Cass.”She chuckled dryly, resting her thumb underneath her chin. “A name would be smart if I knew it, but sadly I couldn’t ask the man as he grabbed me years ago,”Thomas tightened his fists at his side, thinking back to Cassidy’s past. “But does Mr.Moore know the name? He must if he was close to this kil-"“I’ll ask.” Cassidy stopped Thomas’ words short and faced him, turning her body and ignoring the thumping pain in her side; Thom
Searching the Wild Lovely West 12. Bluff
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Searching the Wild Lovely West 13. Finding Information
Thomas threw Mateo another shirt as the others were currently being washed among all of their other clothes and combing his wet and now clean hair back; Mateo quickly shoved his head through the shirt hole, tucking the tail into his pants, and rushed to put on his boots before rushing back down the stairs of the saloon. Men had gathered themselves into a poor excuse of a line, all waiting to see if they had the magical answer that was the key to Cassidy’s body though with Dodge standing beside her sitted self made most squirm in their bones - he was Death incarnated.Cassidy, on the other hand, loved the way men had lined up, offering her any information that they deemed worthy only to fall short to the girls expectations, and even though disappointment flooded her veins at the lack of knowledge of her father's murder -other things included- but if all else failed, he’d find
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“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
Searching the Wild Lovely West 25. Darlin'
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.
Searching the Wild Lovely West 24. Hold On
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
Searching the Wild Lovely West 23. Too Damn Late
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Cold water droplets cascaded down her ivory breasts, pausing at the rosy buds before falling ever so delicately upon her thighs like how honey might drip down a slate of marble only to fall short of itself, becoming something that represented sweetness but tasted like stone; ripples echoed into the water that was losing its temperature every waking second.Time had become nonexistent for Cassidy ever since she had sacrificed herself to rid the Earthly scum known as Silas, seconds become minutes, minutes were hours, and hours felt like days… But she had made a deal, one she had to stick with. She pondered about Mateo, hoping the young boy would forgive her since she vanished without a word, about Thomas and imagined how worried he probably was, about Ade and if he was safe on his new job, about drunken Wayne and if he was head deep in a barrel of beer, and
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