For lastvoyages: Journal Entry 14: [voice and spam for saloon]

[feels_no_love]

[locked from Hoffman because he would rather talk to the sonovabitch up close]

So, the law men have failed us and Mercy Parker is dead. And they are so remiss in their duties that they don’t even take the killer’s communicator away, allowing him to mock us all from his jail cell. Nice going, boys, letting him add insult to injury like that. It

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[takencareofyou]

Mr. D?

[He saw the communication. He's already dressed for the funeral, wearing his best.]

You want some company Mr. D?

[feels_no_love]

I'm in a pretty bad way. But it's up ta you.

[takencareofyou]

[He removes his hat and gently takes a seat] Miss Mercy was a good woman. I know she taught Davey good.

[pause.] well. She taught Davey well. Better then Miss Crenshaw at any rate.

[he tries to smile and fails] They'll hang him. Mad dog gets put down, same with a mad horse.

[feels_no_love]

[D has a bottle in front of him instead of shots and has already dropped the level in the bottle by some good swallows.]

Yeah. They'll hang him. I'm supposed to be satisfied with that.

[He looks at Vegas, and then shrugs. He makes a quick gesture and a bit of silver skitters across the table to Vegas's side. It's a pretty little brooch from the Japanese fellow's wagon.]

I was...gonna give that to her next Saturday. [When he saw her again. Except he was never going to see her again.] Now it is goin' in her coffin instead.

That is all I have to say about that.

[takencareofyou]

[Vegas just stares at the pendant for a moment before he clenches his hand into a fist and pounds it on the table.]

I wish there was something I could do 'xcept pray.

[feels_no_love]

[A bitter smirk, but he pushes it off his face after a moment and takes the pendant back up.]

Well, thanks for the thought. Me, I think I'm done with praying and churches after this funeral.

[takencareofyou]

S'your business Mr. D.

George'll like to see you. Whenever I get angry I think the horses help calm me down.

[feels_no_love]

Maybe.

I have half a mind to saddle up George and trail those lawdogs right out of town. I don't trust them to keep their hands on him. [He took another pull off the bottle and flipped his bangs out of his eyes.]

[takencareofyou]

Then y'should. Fella like that needs all the guards he can get. I heard stories...

[He shakes his head] Awful stories 'bout men like that.

[feels_no_love]

I didn't say nothing about going with the marshalls. I'll trail after them. See if anyone follows. See if he tries anything. If anything happens, I'll shoot him through both kneecaps.