“Name.” Thomas sighed, watching as his best friend paced back and forth as the others started to pack up the campsite, Mateo having just a little too much fun stomping the fire out; Dodge let his eyes watch the two friends closely in discretion. “We need a name, Cass.” She chuckled dryly, resting her thumb underneath her chin. “A name would be smart if I knew it, but sadly I couldn’t ask the man as he grabbed me years ago,”  Thomas tightened his fists at his side, thinking back to Cassidy’s past. “But does Mr.Moore know the name? He must if he was close to this kil-" “I’ll ask.” Cassidy stopped Thomas’ words short and faced him, turning her body and ignoring the thumping pain in her side; Thom

Thomas threw Mateo another shirt as the others were currently being washed among all of their other clothes and combing his wet and now clean hair back; Mateo quickly shoved his head through the shirt hole, tucking the tail into his pants, and rushed to put on his boots before rushing back down the stairs of the saloon. Men had gathered themselves into a poor excuse of a line, all waiting to see if they had the magical answer that was the key to Cassidy’s body though with Dodge standing beside her sitted self made most squirm in their bones - he was Death incarnated.  Cassidy, on the other hand, loved the way men had lined up, offering her any information that they deemed worthy only to fall short to the girls expectations, and even though disappointment flooded her veins at the lack of knowledge of her father's murder -other things included- but if all else failed, he’d find

Misty nipped at still hungover Wayne, who was just trying to pick himself up off the stable floor, and he cursed at the mare with a swat; Ade chuckled as he finished grooming Miles, giving each horse he had groomed an apple as both a distraction and reward.  “Dodge and the Viper are gonna check out a farmstead ten miles north of here,” Ade informed, cleaning his hands in one of the water buckets. “You can join ‘em if you want, but they leavin’ in twenty.” Wayne opened his mouth, ready to respond, but instead of words, bile escaped his lips and onto the dried hay beneath his boots; stopping for only a minute to continue throwing up and finally after a few moments, Wayne caught his breath, downed a handful of water from a bucket, then spoke. 

Ruby was correct in every aspect, except one. A deep washout laid a mile out from the farmstead on the west side, disguised by long golden prairie grass and blended in so well with the otherwise flat ground that when Dodge was busy casting hand signals to Mateo, he had fallen face first into the sudden sandy dirt with a thump, almost choking on his tobacco chew in the process. Mateo laughed so loudly from where he crept through the tall grass lowly for only a second before clasping both his hands over his lips to force the laughter back down, both for the fear of getting caught by whoever may be in the farmstead and also for the fear that Dodge might rip his head off to avoid self embarrassment.  Coughing lowly to rid the sandy dust which now housed itself in Dodge&rsqu

Cassidy was only sure about a few things in life… Like, for example, one needs food and drink to survive, Kansas has the very best sunsets, people are often sweet to the face and rude to the back, guns can be both good and bad, and she knew for sure that whiskey was best enjoyed with steak. But one thing she didn’t understand was how ignorant someone could be when they were drunk on arrogance.  Words really could make an impact apparently.  “Hand me ‘nother, Cody,” Silas drunkenly slurred, moving his hand quickly enough that the piss colored liquid swirled up and over the edge only to land onto the wooden floor boards of some run down saloon, but no one said anything to the n