oom - prior to entering milliways bar
There's something to be said for riding into a no-name town on the back of a tired bay, a gelding named 'Sugar' with a disposition that was anything but sweet at the time, dust coating every inch of exposed skin on his face.
The barrel of his trusted eight-gauge shotgun was snug under his right leg in the leather sheath. The barrel of a not-so-trusted Winchester was snug beneath his left leg. The weight of a Colt pistol on his left hip was balanced by the feeling of a smaller .32 pocket pistol in his right pocket.
If there was a soul alive in this no-name town, they weren't paying any attention to the two men who had just ridden in.
"You reckon there's someplace to get a decent cup of coffee in this town, Virgil?"
"I'd say if there is one, you'll be the first to find it."
Everett feels his lips curl into a gentle smile, as they round the corner to find a hotel, with the familiar sounds of life in the bar attached off the lobby. Even with the skin on his face tight from the sun and wind, the prospect of a cup of coffee - or even a bit of whiskey, right now - is enough to make his disposition a bit sweeter.
He's not sure what's to be said about riding into this town, but he's quite certain that they'll find out soon enough. That's how they do things. Ride in, observe the lay of the land, take care of business...
Cole's the first off his horse, lead tossed over the hitching rail out front, and Everett isn't more than a half step behind once they've tied up the mounts (two geldings and a mare, she's the pack horse and there's probably something to be said about that detail) and he's collected the shotgun from the sheath on the saddle.
It fits snug against his shoulder as they head up the boardwalk. They never go in the same door, if they can help it.
Virgil walks in the front, swinging the wooden slats on their hinges with a soft squeak. Everett moves around to the bar proper, a few paces down the boardwalk and past the glass windows, before he enters, pushing the doors open as he steps inside.
One problem with being out in the sun all day is the fact your eyes take more than a minute to adjust to the low light when you step indoors...
The barrel of his trusted eight-gauge shotgun was snug under his right leg in the leather sheath. The barrel of a not-so-trusted Winchester was snug beneath his left leg. The weight of a Colt pistol on his left hip was balanced by the feeling of a smaller .32 pocket pistol in his right pocket.
If there was a soul alive in this no-name town, they weren't paying any attention to the two men who had just ridden in.
"You reckon there's someplace to get a decent cup of coffee in this town, Virgil?"
"I'd say if there is one, you'll be the first to find it."
Everett feels his lips curl into a gentle smile, as they round the corner to find a hotel, with the familiar sounds of life in the bar attached off the lobby. Even with the skin on his face tight from the sun and wind, the prospect of a cup of coffee - or even a bit of whiskey, right now - is enough to make his disposition a bit sweeter.
He's not sure what's to be said about riding into this town, but he's quite certain that they'll find out soon enough. That's how they do things. Ride in, observe the lay of the land, take care of business...
Cole's the first off his horse, lead tossed over the hitching rail out front, and Everett isn't more than a half step behind once they've tied up the mounts (two geldings and a mare, she's the pack horse and there's probably something to be said about that detail) and he's collected the shotgun from the sheath on the saddle.
It fits snug against his shoulder as they head up the boardwalk. They never go in the same door, if they can help it.
Virgil walks in the front, swinging the wooden slats on their hinges with a soft squeak. Everett moves around to the bar proper, a few paces down the boardwalk and past the glass windows, before he enters, pushing the doors open as he steps inside.
One problem with being out in the sun all day is the fact your eyes take more than a minute to adjust to the low light when you step indoors...