Paco Valdez
CT
"Staying in town any longer would be foolish," You announce. "I'm with Gus on this one. We need to get out of here fast and hope that the Vigilantes don't figure our destination."
Gus laughs from his belly and pats you on the shoulder. "That's the first damn thing you've said that made a lick of sense."
Annie says nothing; just stares at the two of you bitterly while chewing on what remains of her steak.
"Don't take it so hard, Annie," Gus says to her, amplifying her irritation as he is wont to do. "The boy just made a good decision for once. I'm sure he'll be up to the usual foul-ups and siding with you soon enough."
"You can fuck yerself," Annie says.
"Indeed I can," Gus responds.
The three of you finish your meals and drinks and leave the saloon, mounting your horses and heading for the Southern edge of town. The few people that are out this evening eye you warily as you pass by, but no one says a word. Your nerves jump a bit when you spot a couple of Vigilantes, but either they don't recognize you or they don't know about what happened yet.
It isn't long before you are out of town and riding on a trail through the desert beneath a star filled sky. Most people don't travel the desert at night for fear of coyotes or getting lost. You don't fear any of that. Gus knows the desert like a whore knows sex, and Annie can hear something approaching a few miles away. You have no fears of the night desert with these two at your sides.
Hours pass before you reach Dewars Pass. The trail narrows passes between two towering rock formations known as Dewars Rocks. The wagon pass is possibly the most obvious place to lye in wait of an ambush, and as such, many travelers hire guns to protect them on their journeys through the areas.
You decide that you can worry about the wagon's hired protection tomorrow. Tonight, the three of you need to get some rest. You dismount your horses and lead them over to a small outcropping of trees where you tie them up. You feed them oats and give them water before returning to the camp Annie and Gus built while you cared for the mounts.
A small fire burns, and you take comfort in staring into its fiery depths, transfixed as you watch the flames dance before your eyes. Gus passes you his whiskey flask and you sip at its contents, heat following the substance in its journey to your stomach. The three of you joke about times long gone and things still to come.
Eventually Annie elects to take first watch and you retire not long after. Gus staying up a little longer to talk to her. Their voices trail off into obscurity as you slip into unconsciousness.
"Staying in town any longer would be foolish," You announce. "I'm with Gus on this one. We need to get out of here fast and hope that the Vigilantes don't figure our destination."
Gus laughs from his belly and pats you on the shoulder. "That's the first damn thing you've said that made a lick of sense."
Annie says nothing; just stares at the two of you bitterly while chewing on what remains of her steak.
"Don't take it so hard, Annie," Gus says to her, amplifying her irritation as he is wont to do. "The boy just made a good decision for once. I'm sure he'll be up to the usual foul-ups and siding with you soon enough."
"You can fuck yerself," Annie says.
"Indeed I can," Gus responds.
The three of you finish your meals and drinks and leave the saloon, mounting your horses and heading for the Southern edge of town. The few people that are out this evening eye you warily as you pass by, but no one says a word. Your nerves jump a bit when you spot a couple of Vigilantes, but either they don't recognize you or they don't know about what happened yet.
It isn't long before you are out of town and riding on a trail through the desert beneath a star filled sky. Most people don't travel the desert at night for fear of coyotes or getting lost. You don't fear any of that. Gus knows the desert like a whore knows sex, and Annie can hear something approaching a few miles away. You have no fears of the night desert with these two at your sides.
Hours pass before you reach Dewars Pass. The trail narrows passes between two towering rock formations known as Dewars Rocks. The wagon pass is possibly the most obvious place to lye in wait of an ambush, and as such, many travelers hire guns to protect them on their journeys through the areas.
You decide that you can worry about the wagon's hired protection tomorrow. Tonight, the three of you need to get some rest. You dismount your horses and lead them over to a small outcropping of trees where you tie them up. You feed them oats and give them water before returning to the camp Annie and Gus built while you cared for the mounts.
A small fire burns, and you take comfort in staring into its fiery depths, transfixed as you watch the flames dance before your eyes. Gus passes you his whiskey flask and you sip at its contents, heat following the substance in its journey to your stomach. The three of you joke about times long gone and things still to come.
Eventually Annie elects to take first watch and you retire not long after. Gus staying up a little longer to talk to her. Their voices trail off into obscurity as you slip into unconsciousness.