Ever since Katherine had sprinted out of bed on Thursday night, Doc has been sleeping alone, and spending more time upstairs than he usually did ( Read more... )

Only a few things have changed in his room since she was here last. There's a bookcase, now, up against the wall with the bathroom door, a few odds and ends (cigarette tin, lighter, bottle of whiskey and two empty glasses stacked beside) sitting on the top of the wooden surface ( Read more... )

[ooc: after this]When he opens the door to his bedroom, room twenty-five, he glances first to the bed and then at the floor, not wanting to trip over anything in the dark. He kicks a pair of boots out of the way as he crosses the open space, shifting her weight in his arms so that he can draw back the blankets and sheets. He moves her so that she's ( Read more... )

After the conversation he'd had with Samuel on Sunday, Jay knew (in his heart) that he couldn't hang around the ranch much longer. There was harvest work to be done, and he spent the next few days putting in long, hard hours in the Texas sun. He was busting his ass from sunrise to sunset, and nights were spent writing things down in his notebook ( Read more... )

The following Sunday's church service in Heyser went along in a manner that was relatively similar to the week prior - the parishioners gawked, the pastor gave Samuel looks before (and after) the sermon, Katherine glared at anyone and everyone who dared to stare and the boys sat side-by-side in that pew not giving a damn ( Read more... )

It's been a handful of days since Sunday, and the week indeed has been busy. Jay's been keeping himself busy, with the work Samuel has been giving all of them to get things ready for the harvest. He's falling into an easy enough routine, odds and ends here and there, checking on things, repairs or working with the stock ( Read more... )

He sleeps well enough, curled on his side (after he manages to fall asleep, of course, nerves in his belly twisting at him for a while after the drink and conversation) and wakes with the first sounds of someone moving around the bunkhouse ( Read more... )

The final half hour of the ride into town feels like it takes just a few seconds - not long enough to get his nerves under control - but it isn't long until he's riding into Green Lake with the late afternoon sun. He hadn't pushed the paint too hard, not knowing the conditioning of the horse all that well, yet. Plus, he'd wanted to take his time in ( Read more... )

It's been more than a few days since the last time Doc actually spoke to Katherine - and the way that they left each other has been biting at his insides, even through the battle and everything else that's gone on since the night he came back in half-frozen to death. Since then, he's gotten the sneaking feeling that she's trying to avoid him. He ( Read more... )

[after this]Bar takes care of the pile of wet clothes (his duster, jacket, hat, and gloves) for him with a note saying she'd have them laundered, but Doc slings his scarf over his shoulder before he and Miss Katherine head for the stairwell ( Read more... )