Have to say, one thing I ain't so keen on seeing soon as I step into the yard is Samuel storming out in front of me. Swear he could melt wax with the look on him, and he's got this pail of water from the trough under his arm, heading over to the paddock. "Um. Morning Samuel." Don't got time for small talk, apparently. "What you doing?" I call after him, running to catch up.
"Rustler out cold in the paddock," he says, and yeah, okay so that does sorta warrant the look. Shit. "We lose any?" But he shakes his head, and I guess since he'd ain't got his gun out that there ain't none hurt neither. "Woman. Must've got kicked. Well, I'll fucking wake her." Water's sloshing out onto his boots, but.. well, to be honest, when we get closer, I ain't so sure it's a rustler at all. 'Less they make a point of camping the whole night by the bloody horses and getting stinking drunk. Guessing they don't do that too often. "Um. Listen. You- you go open up, I'll sort it out." Samuel gives me a look like I've gone mad. Or maybe like he
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"Oy, you ain't sleeping here, 's private property."
Ugh! His yell makes me head throb and I can't help putting my hand to where it hurts. Well, I'm not sleeping here now, jerkoff. I feel a poke from his foot. "Beso el culo...Fuck." My hand instantly moves from massaging my head to backhand him but I manage to stop. "Miss, I mean it, you'll have to be on your way, else I'll have Samuel back here and he'll be dousing you." I raise my eyebrow to that and stare at him briefly.
Seriously? Douse me? Lets see what happens when he does that. I slowly stand up, feeling my back crackle even before I stretch and crack my neck. I make eye contact with him, not moving my gaze as I withdraw my pistol strapped to my thigh, pull it out and release the clip. Quick glance to see if I emptied it last night. Nope, all loaded. I'm not shy about it either. I look back at him and place it in my holster once more. "I need water."
She don't look too happy 'bout being woken, but better me than one of the horses deciding she looks like grazing when we let 'em out. Ain't no need for language like that, neither, never mind making to hit me. Won't do much good from that ground, that. Then she's up and pulling out a bloody pistol.
Maybe she's with raiders after all. And course I ain't got my gun. Least there ain't no horses near, and it ain't like she's pointing it nowhere, but I got to admit I ain't keen on the look she's giving me. Takes her time with it, too, before putting it back. "I need water."
"'s all well and good," I say. "But it don't make me your bloody servant. You tell me what you're up to here and then we'll see about getting you some water." And maybe breakfast if she ain't a raider. But not if she carries on with them damn looks.
"All well and good.But it don't make me your bloody servant. You tell me what you're up to here and then we'll see about getting you some water."
I pause for a moment to let out soft bark of laughter. He is almost cute with the way he is trying to act all protective. I look around and see my katana laying on the ground with the rifle. Kneeling down to pick them up, I say, "Just sleeping off a long night." I place my rifle back in its place on my back. Katana looks ok, just dirty so I start cleaning it as I look him over. The smell of horses on him is strong. What smells even stronger is some feline scent coming off him. It's deep too. Must roll around on them at night. Maybe if I say something nice to him, show him my charm, I will get some water. Maybe even some bacon... mmmh bacon.
"You a gato lover?" Just as I finish the sentence, my stomach heaves. Only bits of bile left to hit the ground. My eyes burn from the strain and I wipe my my mouth off with my sleeve. Oh my god, kill me now.
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"Rustler out cold in the paddock," he says, and yeah, okay so that does sorta warrant the look. Shit. "We lose any?" But he shakes his head, and I guess since he'd ain't got his gun out that there ain't none hurt neither. "Woman. Must've got kicked. Well, I'll fucking wake her." Water's sloshing out onto his boots, but.. well, to be honest, when we get closer, I ain't so sure it's a rustler at all. 'Less they make a point of camping the whole night by the bloody horses and getting stinking drunk. Guessing they don't do that too often. "Um. Listen. You- you go open up, I'll sort it out." Samuel gives me a look like I've gone mad. Or maybe like he ( ... )
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Ugh! His yell makes me head throb and I can't help putting my hand to where it hurts. Well, I'm not sleeping here now, jerkoff. I feel a poke from his foot. "Beso el culo...Fuck." My hand instantly moves from massaging my head to backhand him but I manage to stop. "Miss, I mean it, you'll have to be on your way, else I'll have Samuel back here and he'll be dousing you." I raise my eyebrow to that and stare at him briefly.
Seriously? Douse me? Lets see what happens when he does that. I slowly stand up, feeling my back crackle even before I stretch and crack my neck. I make eye contact with him, not moving my gaze as I withdraw my pistol strapped to my thigh, pull it out and release the clip. Quick glance to see if I emptied it last night. Nope, all loaded. I'm not shy about it either. I look back at him and place it in my holster once more. "I need water."
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Maybe she's with raiders after all. And course I ain't got my gun. Least there ain't no horses near, and it ain't like she's pointing it nowhere, but I got to admit I ain't keen on the look she's giving me. Takes her time with it, too, before putting it back. "I need water."
"'s all well and good," I say. "But it don't make me your bloody servant. You tell me what you're up to here and then we'll see about getting you some water." And maybe breakfast if she ain't a raider. But not if she carries on with them damn looks.
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I pause for a moment to let out soft bark of laughter. He is almost cute with the way he is trying to act all protective. I look around and see my katana laying on the ground with the rifle. Kneeling down to pick them up, I say, "Just sleeping off a long night." I place my rifle back in its place on my back. Katana looks ok, just dirty so I start cleaning it as I look him over. The smell of horses on him is strong. What smells even stronger is some feline scent coming off him. It's deep too. Must roll around on them at night. Maybe if I say something nice to him, show him my charm, I will get some water. Maybe even some bacon... mmmh bacon.
"You a gato lover?" Just as I finish the sentence, my stomach heaves. Only bits of bile left to hit the ground. My eyes burn from the strain and I wipe my my mouth off with my sleeve. Oh my god, kill me now.
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