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[young_gun_billy]

Billy isn't reading, but he sure seems rather calm sitting with a whetstone in one hand and a fair sized blade in the other. On the table in front of him there's a bottle of tequila and a shot glass along with a chunk of wood

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[docscurlock]

'Lincoln County. Sources report that notorious outlaw William H. Bonney, also know as Billy the Kid, was shot and killed by the Sheriff Patrick Garrett on the night of July 14th, 1881. It has been confirmed that Bonney was killed by a gunshot wound to the back...'

He almost doesn't go over, because he's too distracted by the words running through his mind to make himself walk. He can still feel the pages of that newspaper the boys picked up in town after church, light in his hands.

But eventually, he does go over, and drops himself into the seat next to Billy.

"Evenin', stranger."

[young_gun_billy]

Billy looks up and throws his pal a smile.

"Howdy, Doc."

His smile doesn't waver but his eyes narrow a small fraction as he studies Doc.

Something's up.

[docscurlock]

Doc looks tired, if anything. There are also still-healing scabs on the back of his right hand from putting his first into the mirror. He smiles, though.

"Quiet night at the end of the universe?"

He signals a waitrat with a slight lift of a hand. He wants another shotglass.

[young_gun_billy]

He notices, but Doc's smile puts him at ease for now and he nods to the question.

"It appears to be that way. So far."

Giving Doc a smirk he spits on the stone and starts rubbing the blade against it again using slow and even strokes.

"Really though I been havin' myself a lot of quiet nights. Outta be proud of me, Doc."

[docscurlock]

"I am proud of you," he says.

Always have been, save for a few select incidents.

The rat returns; he pours himself a drink but doesn't down it just yet.

"How've you been?"

[young_gun_billy]

The smirk turns into a smile and he pours himself a drink as well, leaving it on the table with Doc's.

"I been good, just keepin' myself busy. Sortin' myself out. How 'bout you?"

[docscurlock]

"Suppose you could say the same. I did a bit of travelin', but the door got strange on me, time a bit...pushed forward, while I was in here."

He shrugs slightly.

"It's been a long week."

[young_gun_billy]

"Strange how?" He asks, glancing towards the door.

If his long week doesn't have to deal with the door Billy will be asking about that, too.

[docscurlock]

"Time moved outside. Pushed me up to the end of June, 1881."

A pause.

"I spent about a month and a half after that, out, doin' some work on a place down in Texas."

[young_gun_billy]

"Well that's mighty interestin'."

His mind goes briefly to what happened in July but doesn't let it linger there long.

"Texas, huh? Respectable work?"

It's a bit hard to tell what Billy means by 'respectable'.

[docscurlock]

He nods.

"Ranch down near Heyser. Respectable work."

From Doc's tone, it was honest.

"I'm headed north 'gain, though. It's almost August."

[young_gun_billy]

"August, almost caught up to me," He notes and finally downs his shot.

He caught Doc's meaning and is curious now.

"Worked cattle?"

[docscurlock]

"Odd jobs, mostly. Bit of horse work, some crop too."

He nods again and reaches for his own shotglass, and he considers something a minute before he downs the liquor.

[young_gun_billy]

"Don't sound so bad."

He refills both glasses then tilts his head slightly at Doc.

"So what was your long week about?"

[docscurlock]

"Some trouble a friend of mine's been goin' through."

He shakes his head.

"Not bein' able to do much to help -- I just don't like that."

[young_gun_billy]

"What's goin' on with 'em?"

Any friend of Doc's was a friend of his, until they proved themselves different.