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Gale looked up to the sound,fighting. "Stay here darling." He warns,darting into the crowd.Gale pulls up to a bystander. "Whats happening?" He asks,curious. "Well,she won't lower her prices for him even though he owns a sliver of the store while she owns the rest of it." Gale looked over at them,the man was punching the woman,screaming while she cried as he did so.Gale stepped forward. "Get off her." The other man craned his neck,standing and facing Gale. "What'd you say?" The man snapped. "I said,get your whiny ass off that poor woman before I shoot you through that hollow head." Gale snapped back,hand already reaching for his revolver. "Why?You know her?Overpricing her stuff.None of your buisness to be defending a shit bag of a-" Gale said nothing,shooting the man through the head before quickly walking away. He walked back to Elizibeth. "I need to return you love." He says,ushering her back to her mothers store.With one longer kiss he departed,walking back to the mans body. "Scumbag." Gale muttered,walking to where his horse was tied,pushing through the doors and sitting down at the bar. "Brandy." He looked around,no Hugh,no Dean.Just him.The bartender slid the glass to him,Gale slamming it down in no time.He drank some more,waiting for somebody he knew to walk in. |
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Jillian had long learned when not to get involved in other people's affairs. She could hold her own in a fight with someone of similar strength, but that was about it. So, when she heard the arguement breaking out, she kept to herself. Though had she known that it was a man abusing a woman, she might have intervened, but a single gunshot later told her it had been handled. Soon she had purchased all she needed and walked her new horse to the bar, tying the sturdy, grey dapple mare to one of the posts outside before pushing the doors open. She spotted Gale, but there wasnt anyone else of importance in there to her. She approached the bar, sitting down a seat apart from Gale. "Brandy, please," she requested once the bartender came over, and a moment later there was a fully glass sitting before her.
Jillian rose the glass to her lips and downed a healthy amount of it before finally looking at Gale. "The others still busy, I take it?" She murmured, swirling the dark colored liquid in her glass. Despite being quiet and a little standoffish at times, it was becoming increasingly apparent that Jillian didn't care to be completely alone. |
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"Yeah,knuckleheads busy buying the bad booze." He says,slamming down his glass and ordering another.Gale drank this one slower,weary of making small-talk with her. "Old Jacque,huh?Guy always seemed gay to me." He mutters,looking out at his horse bucking.He scoffed,chuckling at the sight before looking back at Jillian.Gale tosses a few coins in his spot,getting up to leave. "I don't know much bout ya,but I know your going places." Gale told her,walking out and mounting his horse.He kicked in,the horse taking off to Dean and Hugh standing infront. They all nodded,splitting into different parts of the town the back post settled in.All of them errupted in the center infron of a another group of bandits,The Whiteouts,as they called them. "Sean." "Hugh.Long time no see brother." Hugh scoffed in response to Sean's snarky comment. "After all these years you still call me brother?Thought we settled this,seems we'll settle it again." With a snarl Hugh shot off his gun,Gale,Dean,and Hugh following.It was a mess,gunshots,gun wounds,and even better,drunk dummies on horses.What a amazing combo.Gale winced,seeing his pant leg start turning red.The bullet had entered his skin but went on the skin,still tearing the muscle but,not enough to make a hole in him.Gale sighed,shooting again before shoving a piece of cotton in it,continuing to shoot. |
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Jillian drained her glass, having another brought as she stifled a laugh. "Jacque? Gay? No.. Definitely not. He's just for fun, though." She told him with a shake of her head. She decided making mention of his own lover wasn't the best of ideas. She'd seen the girl around and she was sweet, but she didn't know anything other than that. She hummed into her glass as she drank, setting it down when he'd spoken and got up. "Right back at you, darling," she replied, staying there to finish her drink. It took her a while longer, but soon she left a few coins in her spot and left as well. Instead of peace, however, she found a raging gun fight. One that involved her group. Fuck. She pulled her revolver out, swinging up onto her horse. For once she joined in on the commotion, firing on a man just before he could take a shot at Wilson. If she'd protect anyone, it would be him. |
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Gale sighed as he saw her appear. "You've got to be freaking joking me." He mutters,taking off on his horse into the gunfire.He reached a arm out,tearing a man off his horse with it.Gale galloped off into town,the man straggeling the entire time.He galloped back,pulling up in between both groups.The gunning stopped as Gale bound the man and shoved him off the horse.De-mounting aswell.He faced the opposing group,taking out his gun from earlier and aiming it at the mans head. "Any of ya'll make a move,my finger pulls this trigger and kills 'im.Doubt you want that." He snarled,loading the gun.A man went to pull a gun and aimed it at Gale,him pulling the trigger.The bullet flew through the mans head,Gale still staring infront of him at the other group as the other man hit the ground.Dead. "Idiots.Actual idiots." He mutters,backing up to his horse,mounting. "Well,we did'nt come to a shoot-out for nothing." Gale says,pulling his gun out again,choosing his next target.Gale,Dean,and Hugh followed.All aiming infront of them. "What are you waiting on?Derrick's dead.Our leader is ourselves." With that the three of them started shooting again,the chaos returning. |
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Jillian hadn't intended to get caught up in that mess, but considering what Wilson had done for her, she couldn't let him get hurt by that man. By killing one, it seemed to attract her a little attention of her own as the guys dealt with the others. One of the bandits had been taking a particularly close look at her, seeming to try and figure out who she was. Then, she was drug off of her horse, making her yell out startled scream until she felt cold steel against her neck. "Let go of me!" She growled, only to have the blade held a little tighter against her skin. "I know who you are~ Princess.." He whispered in her ear, making her blood run cold. "I don't know what you're talking about, get off of me," she retorted, struggling against him as he still wouldn't let go. "I've seen your face all over posters in the city. 10,000 for information on your whereabouts... 30,000 for your safe return. I wonder how much I could get if I threatened your life?" He taunted in a louder voice, making her cringe as he pressed his lips to her neck.
The knife was digging into her skin, making her wince and lessen her struggle, but what it didn't do was stop her from screaming. |
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Gale turned,hearing her scream.He saw her,sighing as he shot another man through the head.Gale kicked his horse,the animal taking off. "And zero for your death!" He exclaimed,galloping up next to them and attempting to whack the man in the arm and grab Jillian at the same time. |
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Gale was the last person she'd expected to come to her aid, but when he hit the man, he let go of Jillian, only nicking her neck in the process. Being let go of sent her dragging along with Gale, a string of curses leaving her mouth as she managed to grab onto him and hoist herself onto the horse with him. "Never thought I'd be glad to see you. Thank you," she rasped out, wiping the blood trickling from the little cut on her neck. |
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"Don't even start or get used to this." He snapped,kicking the horse faster until Gale had to lean forward to keep his eyes from watering.He turned the horse until he was near Jillians horse. "Ready?3,2,1!" And with that he pushed her,"Hope she made it." He said,returning back to the gunfire line. |
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"Do you have to be so sour all the time?" She snapped back, already preparing for what she knew was about to happen. "As if it matters to you," she answered to his countdown. Still, she let out an annoyed shout when he pushed her, using the force to make it onto her own horse again. Asshole. She reined her horse out of the direct line of battle amongst the men knowing that if one of them knew her face more of them light. That had been way too close, and the worst part? She wasn't sure how much Gale heard. |
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