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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[rass_bestie]

Sure it's them you're angry at? They didn't shoot her.

[feels_no_love]

They're guarding the one who did this with all the vigilance they shoulda used to guard her, and they stand by and let him mock us. [His voice is shaky with uncharacteristic outrage.]

[rass_bestie]

That? He's just runnin' his mouth off because if he shuts up, he can only hear the sound of them gallows waitin' on him!

An' nobody else was there for Miss Parker. [That should have been a shout but there's a bit of a quiver in his voice and it lacks strength.]

[feels_no_love]

Every goddamn word that comes outta that bastard's mouth is a mockery of those who l-loved her. And still they let him do it. It's the last straw for me. Hell, it's the last anvil.

If these marshalls had done their job they woulda had him in hand before he could hurt her. But they didn't. It was their job. So much that they won't even let anyone else get a piece of him. They want the authority? They can take the blame as well.

[He trails off, lost in brooding.] I was gonna tell her Saturday...

[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.

[young_idealist]

Drake... there's nothing you can do now.

[feels_no_love]

I know. The lawdogs would shoot me to protect him. They let him yap, and brag, and they do nothing. They don't even have the decency to shut him up or apologize for failing to.

To Hell with all of 'em and to Hell with this town.

[young_idealist]

They expect ordinary folk not to pay attention to him.

So don't.

...

The Hell with? what?

You want to go?

[feels_no_love]

You think ignoring her killer is so goddamn easy for me?

[But of course he would. D had told no one where he went on Saturdays or who he was with.]

They let him laugh at the people who care about her from behind bars. These lawdogs are i-idiots.

And right now I can't stand the sight of this place. I have half a mind to saddle George up and ride out as soon as her funeral is over.

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[feels_no_love]

D looked up at him slowly, his eyes empty.

"Reverend."

He didn't offer the bottle; he wasn't quite drunk enough, but from the flush to his cheeks under the tan he was getting there. But he wasn't sloppy; in fact he was meticulously dressed and had bathed and shaved.

"Sorry you have to see me like this. I always did come sober on Sundays, for the record." He ran a hand back through his hair.

"I'll be quiet as a kitten for the service."

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[feels_no_love]

D grunted and shook his head. He knew the Reverend would be disappointed when he discovered that Mercy's funeral would be the last time D saw the inside of a church unless someone close to him died. It didn't matter.

But the mention of Mercy in Heaven made a terrible rage flare up in his eyes. For a moment his whole body shook with it, and it took a visible effort for him to calm down enough to speak.

"Yeah. I prayed on marrying her and the very day of it he snatches her away. I know she's in God's hands. He's always stealing away my women when I need them most. Twice now."