These violent delights have violent ends
Edward paused in his tightening of the buckles on the saddlebag, brows knit as he turned to try to see who it was that had whispered in his ear. It had been… a woman’s voice, maybe? No, not quite- something else? He couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. He’d come into town for supplies, like he always did, but normally people avoided him, which was understandable.
He wasn’t like the other blacksmiths.
For one, instead of a horse, he road a strange, three wheeled contraption, crafted from wagon wheels and an iron and wood frame housing a small steam engine.
These violent delights have violent ends. The words were familiar somehow, but he couldn’t wrap his mind around where he had heard it before- if he’d heard it before, what it could possibly mean, who had said it- it stuck in his mind like a strange puzzle… He had business to tend to, though, and needed to be quick before-
“What in Tarnation is this supposed to be, Mr. Nygma?” Came the drawling voice of a man who had probably not only drank his breakfast but his supper the night before as well.
“Good morning, Mr. Dunn. It’s a steam-loco-velocipede-” Edward began, straightening his bowler indignantly as he quickly moved toward the saddle.
“You that bad at doin’ shoes, you’re tryin’ to re-invent the horse?” Mr. Dunn laughed, as did his handful of associates all moving to surround the contraption, one of who spat his chew toward Edward’s feet, hitting him in the shin.
“I’m actually quite capable at-” he mumbled before someone’s fist was thrown directly in his stomach.
“We already told you to keep your mad hogwash outta’ Sweetwater. There’s women present!”
“Not that you’d know what onna’ them looks like! Ha!” Another added, as well as his boot to the mix…
