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Gale awoke with a jolt,hand going to his gun and hat crashing down.He pointed the gun to the figure on the ground,standing and cautioning over to it.Gale nudged her with his boot,scoffing. "Who the hell are you?" |
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Jillian groaned, pushing herself into a sitting position. "Drunk." She grumbled as she looked up at him, stiffening when she saw his gun. "Christ, Gale. Stop pointing your gun at me," she said, her words slurring ever so slightly. She knew he didn't like her and she'd just given him a rude awakening, but damn. Then again she'd been face down and he likely hadn't seen her face. |
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"Hell am I too." He mutters,quickly putting his gun away and walking over to the tree to retreive his hat.Gale fastened it to his head again,walking off over to his tent. Was just sitting there,then BOOM.Not anymore I guess. He sighed,walking into his tent and grabbing his horses tack,slinging it all on his arm before heading over to his stallion,tacking him up before heading on.The stallion reared,and in response,Gale beat him.Smacking him upside the head as he did.The stallion stopped,so Gale spurred him on,the horse galloping off. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
