"Never thought I'd see you again, Evans. Of all people."

"It has been awhile."
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He's pacing the floor in the hallway, the dull sounds of his boots echoing his awkward step pattern seem to almost make his limp worse, but he's so damn on edge he can't bear to sit down. The tile is worn, and he's well aware that he's probably not the first man to drive the doctors that work here crazy but he doesn't give a damn.

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Someone is whistling.

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He's gotten himself into quite a routine during his time so far in Milliways, even if it's far from ordinary or anything you could set a watch by in regards to consistency. Dan doesn't need to sleep. He never really gets hungry, but there are occasional cravings. Whiskey burns his throat but doesn't dull his senses -- it takes a few shots of the ( Read more... )

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The town is quiet, today ( Read more... )

Sleeping on the ground is an experience in itself that Dan finds he's missed. The stiffness in his neck, the chill in his bones, the fine layer of dust and ash that ends up covering his clothes and bare skin is all proof that he's actually here, in the flesh ( Read more... )

The saloon they walk into from the Bar isn't really a surprise, not when Dan knows Ben's tastes in both liquor and women. What's more surprising to Dan is the fact that stepping out of the door actually results in his feet touching the ground somewhere just south of the border of Arizona, in Mexico. He's actually here. Physically ( Read more... )

There's nothing remarkable about the room he stays in when he's feeling like he needs to be a bit 'normal', but Dan Evans has never been a man in search of the finer things in life. Sure, he'd like to live in a fine house with nice things, but he's not kidding himself when it comes to two facts:

He can't afford it, and, he's dead.

( Simple works for him. )

He can't even feel the bullet wounds anymore. All he can think about is the faint hiss in his ears, from the steam train's engine somewhere off to his left. The ground is hard. The sky is blue. His son is looking down at him with that lookHe's hurt bad and he knows it ( Read more... )