oom: bisbee, part 2

Jul 07, 2008 20:49

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almosthonorable July 8 2008, 04:28:32 UTC
Ben catches all the conversation, all right.

He catches it and grins at Dan, eyes shining with something that's warm and cold at the same time.

Without a word, he turns back toward the horses, his walk silent and sure.

That son of a bitch is gonna have that thousand and more for Alice and the boys.

He's still smirking as he takes the reins from the hitching post.

"We should give Mr. Butterfield the glad news in person."

Ben Wade, free man; Dan Evans, back from the dead.

He looks at Dan, his smile threatening to split his face.

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lasthalfmile July 8 2008, 04:35:35 UTC
Dan's grinning too. His smile is a bit colder, as he loops the reins off the post and pulls himself up into the saddle of his mount.

"Think you're right. Wouldn't do it let him find out secondhand."

He settles his hat a little low on his eyes, and turns his head when he hears the church bell ringing softly up the hill. They'll be taking that pine box up the gulch to the top and placing Daniel Evans in that six foot hole.

(Or so they think.)

Dan nudges his horse back and turns her, a bit of a bounce in the mare's step because Dan's feeling a bit excited about all this.

They're gonna make Butterfield very, very sorry.

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almosthonorable July 8 2008, 04:54:23 UTC
Ben draws alongside Dan as they head north, toward the canyon.

He's taken careful note of the edge to Dan's smile and the flint in his eyes, and he's wondering if Dan wouldn't make a helluva gang boss, after all.

"Forgot how much I like this side of you, Lazarus."

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lasthalfmile July 8 2008, 04:59:58 UTC
"You keep callin' me that," Dan replies, voice almost cheerful.

After all, he is risen from the dead. And the look of absolute shock and surprise on Butterfield's face is going to be worth whatever nicknames Ben feels Dan deserves.

"Cause I'll keep tryin' not to disappoint."

The horses climb easily along the road towards the northwest and up into the canyon, and once they're through the pass, it's easy to look down at the wash and gully below, a long stretch of flat before the uphill climb to reach the pass.

No sight of the coach, but, they're in no hurry.

"How many men you reckon he'll have with him?"

He's already planning the odds.

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