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Only Their Dust and Legend Remain
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: June 22, 2013, 6:52 pm
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That damn look alike kicked this off and seemed to feed the
muse. I'm so sorry I promised you Lestat but I thought George
was fitting for this. ;)
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Theme (s) -
HTML http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYgMCm7FNCw
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Summary:
A promising young scholar from Louisiana tries his luck one
evening while playing cards in the tiny town of Clarkville New
Mexico and ends up slaughtered in the street by a man named D.B.
Henderson. Word travels fast through the grapevine and reaches
his sister and her best friend in nearby McKinley, a city known
for it's Burlesque girls and Red Light District. Revenge is a
dish best served cold, Little Sister's out for blood and along
for the ride are a gun slinging poet, A Fallen man of the cloth,
and a nurse turned Highkick Honey. Together this band of four
paints the South West with the stuff of legend and starts an all
out war. Will they go down in a blaze of glory or in a blood
bath?
The Ladies Attire:
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Re: Only Their Dust and Legend Remain
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: June 22, 2013, 6:59 pm
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No apologies necessary at all, m'dear! this looks and sounds as
though it's going to be quite the story.
I'm already dying to know where it all kicks off; the themes are
fantastic, especially Blaze Of Glory ;) and the ladies attire..
stunning <33 I would wear each of those outfits despite the heat
they're probably going to be facing. Can't wait for the first
update!
#Post#: 2698--------------------------------------------------
Re: Only Their Dust and Legend Remain
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: June 23, 2013, 3:32 am
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Aww why thank you! Blaze Of Glory has been playing in the
background for the last day or so and has certainly fueled
things, haha. I feel so bad about having the poor girls dressed
in such fashions but I think they'll find a way to keep cool
somehow. We'll have to see. ;)
Author's Note : *Disclaimer* - Please know that this is a work
of pure fiction. I'm but a humble writer and I don't make a cent
from these works, I just write them for my own and the enjoyment
of others. I do not mean in anyway to infringe upon the famous
individuals/characters that are mentioned within the work. I
only own the original characters unless otherwise stated. If you
would like to post my work please contact me and I will gladly
grant permission as long as my name is mentioned and the
disclaimer (above) is posted along with the piece. I don't bite,
I promise. :-)
June Clarksville, New Mexico (Keystone Hall Saloon) 1880
It was just like any other night, the air was thick with the
smell of pipe smoke, sweat, and the occasional whiff of rose
water worn by one of the ladies of the evening. Business was
good because it was pay day, the drinks were flowing and at one
table a friendly game of poker was being played. The young man
from Louisiana was a long way from home and had stopped from his
day's travel to rest. He was good-hearted fellow, laughing green
eyes and very dapper in his dress sense. He'd said he was a
scholar working his way abroad as he'd just graduated and was on
his way to McKinley, a town a good four hundred miles away to
see his sister. He had been under the impression that when she'd
said neighboring it was only perhaps fifty or so miles further
but his assumption was proven wrong when her final letter
arrived to him just three weeks earlier. He passed her photo
around the table and got a few wolf whistles. The picture though
it was somewhat faded, showed a girl with dark hair and the same
laughing eyes, only darker than his own, and a sweet shy smile,
if one looked closely you could see they were related. At her
left was another pretty young girl with dancing eyes and an even
sweeter smile that glowed with mirth and good cheer. Their
families didn't talk of their daughters' work and were ill at
ease with them being so far from home and yet still unmarried.
He'd assured their mother as well as her friend's father that
he'd go and talk some sense into them although he found nothing
wrong with what they were doing. It was the age of Women's
Suffrage after all. They were happy in what they were doing,
making steady money and had sworn him to secrecy about their
chosen sweethearts. His Mama certainly wasn't proud of what her
daughter had become but she always quite hard on Margaret, or
Maggie as she preferred to be called. They were both composed of
the same rich Scots Irish stock but Maggie was always the head
strong one. Lottie only fared slightly better, she was her
father's only daughter and the pet of the family since her own
mother's passing when she was just a youngster.
"Her childhood friend, they ventured out that way after they
finished their schooling only a year or two ago. No, I believe I
am mistaken, forgive me. It's been four years this Tuesday that
she's been in McKinley. I'm afraid I've been away far too long
they may have changed by now."
He'd explained as he tucked the photo back within his shirt
pocket for safekeeping. The game was tied and the air had a
tension about it, not that it worried the young man. He was used
to this sort of thing and refused to let his opponent see him
sweat. He'd never lost a game of cards in his life.
"I'll see your seven and raise you a ten, good sir."
His opponent’s eyes turned steely as their gaze set in on the
young man. Something had shifted and the room, usually rife with
the sound of the upright piano cranking out many a jolly tune,
and the laughter and boisterous noises from the fellow patrons
had quieted so that one could hear a pin drop.
"I don't take kindly to being swindled boy. 'Specially from a no
good flannel mouthed liar. You ain't got ten to raise. You think
I'm stupid son?"
"Why no, sir. I merely have a winning hand. See? You'd do well
not to call me a liar sir. I'm no swindler. I'll gladly buy you
a drink as a show of good faith."
The young man didn't bat an eye and coolly laid his cards out on
the table before taking a sip of his whiskey. A royal flush were
what his cards read and his opponent let out a snarl as he threw
his cards down in defeat. The young man calmly collected his
winnings and bought his sulking opponent a drink as a parting
token of good faith. He quietly bid everyone a good evening and
started out into the street, dimly lit by the street lamps. He
marveled at how bright the stars shown and wondered why he
hadn't come to New Mexico sooner. Whoops were heard within the
Saloon.
"Boy he sure made a fool out of you, Henderson!"
Maggie was right, it's certainly beautiful here.
He thought as he admired the moon, only mere seconds before he
heard his name called out by the cattleman from the Saloon. He
turned, his usual good-natured smile in place and was dismayed
to see his opponent standing ten paces from him with a gun
gleaming in the moonlight.
"No one makes a fool out of D.B. Henderson, boy. You took my
money and you took my pride in front of damn near the entire
town. Now, you pay."
Four quick shots rang out in the night before the young man from
Louisiana could even utter a word. Four stains bloomed on the
front of his silken cream vest as he dropped to knees and then
fell onto his back. A searing red hot pain had ripped through
him and he couldn't even let out so much as a yell. He lay in
the street of Clarksville bleeding and staring at the stars as
he slowly drifted in and out of consciousness, his lungs gasping
for breath as he gushed rivers of blood into the cracked dry
earth. His last thoughts were of his sister and her friend and
what they would do without him. Soon his emerald green eyes
dimmed forever more as his last breath was caught on the wind
and his spirit left the mortal coil for good. The young man from
Louisiana, who was named Louis Flannery, had expired alone, in
the street like some sort of poor stray dog. So far from home
without even as so much as a backward glance at his attacker.
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Three Weeks Later McKinley New Mexico (The Crystal Spring
Saloon)
The air within the saloon was sweltering and waves of heat could
be seen just outside the double doors. The tiny town of McKinley
was booming, preparing for it's Founder's Day celebration.
Inside the saloon far away from the hustle and bustle of the
towns people and their various activities the air was sweet with
pipe tobacco and fresh pine shavings. The bottles behind the bat
glistened as the sunlight hit them and a quiet din had descended
upon the place. The regulars hadn't gotten off from their shifts
just yet but after sundown the place would truly be alive. I was
quite preoccupied minding the infant of one of the working girl
that was out on a social call to the mayor as Lottie attempted
to repair her costume in our tiny dressing room.
"Oh, Lottie I don't see why Clara didn't just hand her over to
you. You're the nurse for land's sakes."
I muttered as I hoisted the crying child up onto my hip and
attempted to soothe it the best I could. I racked my memory of
how my Mother used to soothe my younger siblings before the
Yellow Fever took them. I established a rocking rhythm and
hummed a lullaby only to have my hair yanked in return.
Tiny twinkling eyes looked up at me and gave me a tiny toothless
grin as the baby rested it's head against my chest.
"Oh ye of little faith, Maggie. Really, wasn't that hard was it?
Could you come here for a moment? I need your opinion."
Lottie said she finished her final stitch and examined her handy
work. I had to admit her newest creation was certainly a fine
one, cream crinoline and purple watered silk blended nicely
together for her dancing costume. She held two colored plumes up
for my inspection.
"Should I put in the cream or the purple?"
I thought for a moment and then hoisted the baby back up onto my
hip again. I took both feathers and held them together.
"I'd go with both. Why not? You'll start a new trend, Lottie.
Just have them pinned together like that."
I said as I held both up and Lottie inspected herself in the
mirror with a smile.
"I like the way you think, Mags. Oooh, and I just got my new
silk choker too! I'll be a regular fashion icon this time next
year. Have you heard anything from Louis yet?"
The subject of my older brother left a pain in my heart. He was
three weeks late and I was beginning to worry. I'd written my
mother and hadn't received word back. He was never late for
anything in his entire life so it was highly unusual. I'd sent
Lottie's sweetheart, a quiet man by the name of George "Horse"
Harrison, as well as my own, Josiah "Doc" Scurlock, over to the
last town I'd received a letter from, Greenly, two weeks after
Louis hadn't shown up. It was dated a week earlier than the post
mark and the letter was only half finished. Louis never ever
left things unfinished, even a letter to me. His usual seal
wasn't present and it made me wonder what was going on.
The boys were due back any minute now, given the fact that they
knew a few short cuts and chose to ride through the night or so
their last letter to me said. The sudden thunder of hooves as
familiar horses came up to the saloon filled my ears. I gently
set down Clara's little girl in her makeshift crib and ran out
into the street, dressed in merely nothing, unless you count a
dressing gown under which I wore my shift, corset, camisole and
bloomers clothing. I certainly didn't. I cinched my robe around
me and shoved my feet into a pair of slippers and raced out to
find a road weary Doc and George hitching their horses up to the
usual post off the side of the building.
"Well? Did you hear anything? See anything?"
Doc shook his head as he took down his bandana that shielded his
nose and mouth from the fine dust the horses kicked up on the
ride back. I looked to George as he did the same and he simply
shook his head.
"I'm sorry to send you both out there for nothing. I just
thought...that maybe..."
My voice dropped as tears welled up into my eyes and Doc pulled
me into a hug and led me back into the saloon, George not far
behind us.
"It's alright, we're just as worried about him as you are,
Mags."
I sniffled against Doc's shirt and looked up at him with watery
eyes.
"But you had to go all the way to Greenly and then come all the
way back and you haven't heard anything and I know something's
wrong. Louie's never gone this long without writing anyone let
alone not showing up when he said he would. Something's not
right, Doc. We're talking about a man who's never been late a
day in his life. Mama even said he came right on his due date at
exactly 4:15 on the dot. I took an extra week. Oh my lord what
if something happened to him?"
I crumpled as Doc and George hoisted me into a chair at the bar
and George went about pouring me a drink from his hip flask.
"Drink this, it'll help."
He said as as he passed me a shot glass. I looked at it
curiously and raised an eyebrow.
"What's in it, George?"
"Just a tincture is all. A dash of this and bit of that with
some whiskey for good measure. Why do you ask?"
I rolled my eyes as I looked at the glass warily again before
giving him an answer.
"The last time I trusted you I ended up half stoned out of my
mind and in bed with Doc when we were in Abilene. You never told
me you could brew Peyote tea you old weasel."
George simply shook his head and took a swig of his concoction
and smiled.
"Even if you don't remember it I'm sure you two had fun. Didn't
ya, Doc?"
Doc gave him an easy grin as he slung an arm around my shoulder.
"I reckon we did, George."
My nerves had me so tightly wound that I ended up shaking like a
leaf, without a second thought I downed the shot and nearly
gagged. A little of this and a little of that turned out to be
George's best home brew with a bit of honey and some lavender
for flavoring and sweetness. After the blinding burn subsided I
was feeling less nerved. Another shot and I was down right
lucid.
"Please tell me you're not getting her drunk, George. We're
supposed to do two shows tonight and you know she can't dance
when she's soaked."
I waved Lottie off by doing a bit of a jig as giving her a grin.
"Right as rain, Lottie. Did Clara come back for the baby?"
Lottie adjusted her feathers as she surveyed herself in the
mirror and nodded.
"Yes, and I'll be damned if she didn't wake the poor little
thing up. I swear that girl's not fit to be a mother. She's just
a kid herself and now she's got another one on the way. I keep
telling her to go on over to help Mrs. Bailey at the Mercantile
but she keeps saying she likes her work. Any word on..."
George and Doc shook their heads and Lottie's words petered out
a bit before she came over and gave me a hug.
"I'm sure he'll be here first thing tomorrow morning. Maybe he's
met himself a nice girl? Remember when you first fell for Doc?"
I felt my cheeks start to turn a shade of crimson at Lottie's
words and sighed. I truly did fall for Doc, clear off my horse
and right at his feet my first time out making a social call to
old Mrs. Collier when she was laid up in bed with a summer cold.
Then I noticed him in the crowd that same evening in the saloon
and took a dive right off the stage in the middle of the can
can. This went on for a month until I finally got up the nerve
to actually speak to the poor man and that ended with both of us
babbling and turning beet red at one another. He'd left me small
gifts on my then doorstep just three doors down at Mrs. O'Shea's
boarding house where I shared a small room with Lottie, mostly
poems and hand picked wildflowers, the occasional hand carved
figurine. In return I wrote him poems and offered home cooked
meals with the occasional huckleberry pie thrown in for good
measure. We were still in the heady days of courtship the only
thing that had really changed between us was that we shared a
bed when the timing was right (I had moved in to his place just
outside of town on the old Tunstall farm, something unheard
of.), carved our name in the oak tree on the back pasture there,
and considered getting married. We were comfortable the way we
were, to just be together. His work for the McKinley Gazette was
easy for him and left him with enough spare time to devote to
his other passion, gun collecting and offered me the time to
learn to become a decent shot. Lottie still had me beat because
she and George devoted most of their free time to clay pigeon
practice when they weren't out exploring the desert and all it's
beauty.
I gave Lottie a sideways glance and sighed.
"Alright, maybe you're right but still. Don't you think it odd
that Louie didn't at least write me and tell me? I wrote to him
almost right after I fell into Doc for the first time. Maybe I'm
just being a worry wart. Alright, alright. I've got to get
changed and find the sheet music for Rufus. I swear that man
would lose his head if it wasn't attached to him."
I bid farewell to George and Lottie, who were looking quite the
picture of a cute couple at the other end of the bar and gave
Doc a peck on the cheek before departing back stage to ready
myself for the upcoming evening.
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Re: Only Their Dust and Legend Remain
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: June 24, 2013, 7:41 pm
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Soon enough the regulars filtered in along with a few new faces
and Rufus, the ever dutiful barman and part time piano man
warmed up his finger tips with the opening bars of the Offenbach
tune Lottie and I knew so well. Each of us could practically hum
it in our sleep at this point. We could hear Rufus tuning the
piano and hammering away, we were seconds away at this point.
"Alright, Mags, you ready?"
Lottie asked as she finished powdering her nose in the mirror
and adjusted her feathers again, making sure they were perfect.
"Allon, Lottie! Allon!"
I said as I adjusted my own feather and checked my stays while
hurrying Lottie out of the dressing room and out into the wings
of the stage. Lottie and I had a habit of peppering our
sentences with Cajun french every now and then and Doc and
George had picked up enough through us to build their own
vocabulary references. Allon what short for yes, let's go!
Lottie gave me a grin as we were introduced.
"Alright you bunch of rough necks, now quiet down or you'll
scare the girls. Put your hands together for the dynamic duo,
those beautiful belles all the way from New Orleans, The High
kick Honeys!"
Rufus shouted over the din that had all but shook the walls down
as he sat himself down and prepared to play before stopping for
a moment.
"Oh, and don't even think about touching either of them or their
gentlemen friends Misters Harrison and Scurlock will have to
beat you to a bloody pulp and I can't have that, I just put
fresh shavings down. Alright, here we go!"
The music kicked in out Lottie and I clambered across the
creaking old stage kicking up dust as we went, grins plastered
on our faces. It had been a life long pact between the two of us
that no matter where one went the other was sure to follow. We
were truly like sisters rather than friends and when we decided
to make a fresh start it was certainly together, we'd started
our act in New Orleans in one of the Burlesque halls that
sprouted up and had gone on from there.
Turn, turn turn, wave the skirts, grin some more, shake the leg,
shake the leg, turn...turn some more. Flare the skirts and turn
again, cartwheel past each other, high kick, turn, high kick,
high kick, turn three more times, cartwheel again to original
positions on stage, keep grinning and the grand finale, the
split.
That was it, that's what they paid to see and that's what they
got, every time. Roughly two minutes and that was it They were
more than happy with that, perhaps it was the showing of leg
that did it but it was our signature and we'd worked our way up
to hold the grand finale position and were paid handsomely for
it. Of course, given that we were doing two or three sometimes
four performances a day six days a week (We never ever worked on
Sundays) Lottie and I were in top physical condition and quite
limber, as both George and Doc could attest for. Mol Wallace,
the Madame and wife of the owner, Henry often asked us on to to
be two of her girls which we declined. Lottie and I enjoyed our
dancing and that was it. We had no interest in straying from
either Doc or George just for the sake of money. We'd seen first
hand what could happen to a girl when we were coming through to
New Mexico and didn't want any part of it. I still woke up at
night occasionally in a cold sweat thinking about one poor girl
from Forth worth who had her throat slit right in front of us
for trying to barter a higher price for a customer. Although,
that being said a dancer's life isn't an easy one, we had aches
and pains just as bad as anyone and when the weather turned
chilly we ended up taking time off and tending to the bar and
it's ever loyal flock.
"One final bow ladies."
Rufus called as we took our final bow and excited the stage both
out of breathe and sweating like we'd both run ten country
miles.
"You and Doc staying for a drink?"
Lottie asked as I fanned myself as she ducked behind a changing
screen. I went about removing the rogue from my face as Lottie
unfastened her own stays and threw her ankle boots off into the
corner.
"Probably not, he'll probably want to head on home after the
ride he and George put in. What about you?"
Lottie chuckled as she threw her stockings over the side and
slipped into her much more comfortable cotton summer dress.
"I've got plans for my dear dear Mr. Harrison this evening."
I took Lottie's place behind the screen and freed myself from
the stays and heavy material of my performance garb and changed
into my own well worn cotton gingham. I checked myself to make
sure all the rogue was off and gave her a grin.
"It doesn't happen to involve a bottle of homemade wine and the
moonlight does it?"
Lottie removed her own makeup and stuck her tongue out at me
before giving me a wink.
"Yes, as a matter of fact it does."
A sound knock was heard from the door as George and Doc hustled
their way into our closet of a dressing room each holding the
arm of a beady eyed nervous man with scraggly hair and all but
four teeth in his head.
"I ain't got but nothin' to say! 'specially to women likes them.
No good night walkers."
The man quipped and stuck out his chin defiantly. Doc and George
gave his arms a squeeze make him yelp.
"You'll do right to apologize to these fine ladies. They're
nothing like those two bits out there, make good on your slip
boy or you'll be out six feet under for soiling their good
names."
George growled low enough to make Lottie and I break out into
goose flesh and exchange worried glances.
"We made ourselves a new friend over at the bar a few minutes
ago after your number ended, ladies. This here is Mr. Avis Strum
and he happens to live over in the fine town of Clarkville."
Doc said as he gripped Mr. Strum a bit harder to keep him from
bolting.
"Now, you go on and tell these fine ladies what you were
spouting off at the bar to us, Mr. Strum."
Strum hesitated and then looked me in the eye.
"I saws your brother, that rich boy from down Louisiana way. He
was playin' a game of poker with...D.B. Henderson and
Henderson's a real mean 'un he is. I should know, I work for him
on his ranch...nothing special, just a line cook's all when the
calfing season starts. He'll shoot ya soon as look at ya he
will. But he wouldn't do that 'ta me 'cause I done married his
sister. He 'cused that boy from New Orleans uh cheatin' even
after he won fare and square. Boy even bought the D.B. a drink
but that only made him even madder than a hornet. I was out back
near the pig pens sloppin' um like I always do before closin'
time and I heard four loud shots. Like gun shots so I go 'round
and see what happened. I sees Henderson putting his gun back in
his holster and spitting on something. First I thought it was a
coyote then I got a closer look and saw that it was a person. I
found this in one uh his pockets."
Strum held out a silver pocket watch that I knew well, I'd given
it to Louis the year before he went off to study abroad. His
initials were inscribed on the outer face and the thing still
ticked. I snatched it away from Strum's dirty hands and opened
it to find that it was spattered with blood and it's face was
cracked. Yet, it ticked. My heart stopped and I let out a
scream. Every good lick of sense I had went straight out the
window as I grabbed a hold of Strum and shook him by his bony
shoulders.
"What else did you see?!"
I shrieked as I continued to shake the filthy little man whose
eyes were now the size of dinner plates.
"I...I..I ssaw HHenderson and a few 'uh his men pickin' up the
body and dumpin' it over into the other hog pen. Those damn hogs
went wild...that boy done bleed out like a fresh killed deer he
did. I ain't never seen so much blood come out of a body."
My stomach turned as my heart stopped again. I could see by the
look on Strum's face that something wasn't right with him. The
way he talked about seeing Louis's body hit the muck as the hogs
picked up on the fresh blood made him almost giddy as a kid at
Christmas. The man was a monster, just like his boss. My world
was spinning and my mind raced with images of Louis, laughing,
smiling, taunting me, and now all of the sudden he was gone. I
was without a brother just because some low life was a sore
loser.
"What were their names? Don't you dare give me false ones or so
help me you'll rue the day you were born."
I said as I barked at Lottie to get a pencil and start making
note of Henderson and his crew.
"Read back the names, Lottie."
I said as my mind ticked away at a plan.
"Uh...Herschel Andrews...Jed Hastings...and Alonzo Dubois. Oh,
and Daniel Blythe Henderson."
"What exactly are you planning on doing, Maggie?"
George asked gravely as I pushed Strum down onto a chaise lounge
and went about digging through various trunks and grabbing my
worn traveling satchel and packing in the spare clothes I kept
in the dressing room.
"I'll tell you what I plan on doing. I plan on hunting every one
of those animals down and making them pay. I'll have Henderson's
guts for garters and I'm scalping the rest of them. Don't think
I can't do it either. Doc, go home and gather up the ammo and
your rifle. I'll take that along with me and if I go by Moore’s
Landing I should be there in three days time if I don't stop."
I was talking more to myself than anyone in particular until
Strum broke my concentration.
"Uh...can I go then? I told ya all I know...'s'not like I had
anything to do with it. I mean I didn't once touch his body or
nothing...I just.."
I turned and looked at Strum, sizing him up. How could I be sure
that if I were to let him go he wouldn't send word to Henderson
and his thugs that Louis Flannery's little sister was out for
blood, more specifically his blood and wouldn't stop until he
was as six feet under out in the middle of desert where no one
would ever find him.
"Then how'd you get his watch, huh? How do I know that you
didn't help them dump Louis's body? You're just as despicable as
the rest of them. You're going with me for insurance, Strum and
don't think I won't shoot you, because right now you're looking
more and more guilty. I ought to gut you right now. Maybe
that'll tell Henderson something."
Strum's eyes widened as he stared at me and all but shook.
"You can't possibly think you can take these men on by yourself,
Maggie. I'm going with you."
Lottie said as she finished jotting down a list of supplies.
"Well, I'm not letting you two go out there without me."
George said as he held one hand on his ever present revolver.
Doc's face hardened as he nodded in agreement.
"Neither am I. We do this as a team, these things are better off
worked out in a group. We'll leave tomorrow before sunrise."
Strum's eyes bugged as she looked at each of us.
"Well...what about me? What are you gonna do with me 'til then?"
George grinned as he yanked Strum up from the chaise lounge and
tied him up with feather boa.
"You're bunking with me tonight, Strum. Don't even think about
trying to run because I've got excellent hearing and the
reflexes of a cat. Lottie's a straight shoot too, don't mess
with her. Now, move it."
So it was decided that we'd pack up and move out bright and
early the next morning. I can honestly say that I didn't sleep a
wink that night, just lay there tossing and turning and half
thinking that Louis was still alive. A couple of times I could
have sworn I'd heard him murmuring something to me but in the
end it was only the wind whipping around the house. I quieted my
mind with a recitation of the Lord's Prayer and thanking God
himself for blessing me with a group of people that would lay
their lives on the line to help me avenge my brother. My mother
once told me that angels walk amongst us, we just don't know it
until well after a miracle happens. I knew then that Doc,
Lottie, and George certainly fell into that category. The
miracle would be if we found Henderson and his gang and brought
them down. I knew in my heart of hearts we would, but it was
going to take time. Henderson was a dirty player but he drew
first blood and that meant that the rule book was out the
window. Little did he know how dirty I could play when
challenged. He was mine and he was a dead man. He just didn't
know it yet.
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Re: Only Their Dust and Legend Remain
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: June 25, 2013, 7:09 am
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Ooh, I love the ladies' dance! I think I would be falling all
over the stage if I had to perfect all those moves whilst
wearing heals and feathers, aha. That was really fun to read.
And the way the boys handled that poor sod, that was hilarious..
but I'm really feeling for Maggie right now. I actually started
crying when I read the last few para's :( can only imagine
what's running through her head and I can't wait for her to get
her own back. I've no doubt that she will, with the help of her
friends. Fantastic update and can't wait for another <3
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