Leonard "Bones" McCoy

[ask-western-bones]

From, Leonard McCoy.

I heard some of y'all needed some advice from an outlaw.

Now, I don't know why you'd want that, but I don't got all day. And I don't want no hooligans wasting my time.

To, Y/N.

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\\ Mod is @moldyycheese . This blog is to help me flesh out a Western AU for Star Trek TOS :p

I am not that well educated on the ~ways of the old west~, but feel free to correct me

I don't really have any boundaries, and I'm not uncomfortable with most things, so go crazy!

[ask-western-bones]

You ever rent a room Bones? Ill give you a penny off one of em.

Depends if the room's gotta pretty lil' thing in it, an' if I gotta pay for her.

If not, I can find a quiet place to set up camp. Probably safer than what yer offerin.

[ask-western-bones]

Bones the law is headed your direction. Not for you, but i heard they're riding out that way. Maybe scoot your camp away from the trail a bit?

How you know where they're goin', boy? You workin' fer em? ...Much obliged, though.

[ask-western-bones]

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[There goes more horses. With...really weird haircuts. Okay.]

Leonard stood on the edge of a cliff, squinting against the harsh sun. As he watched these horses gallop across the empty plains... he noticed something off.

It wasn't their gait, no. Some may have had a shorter stride, but that still wasn't it. Half of these horses were bald, and the other with half cut hair.

Now Leonard was questioning if the loneliness of this life had finally turned him crazy.

[ask-western-bones]

I heard someone's got a bounty on you, Bones. Be careful. Five whole bucks.

Tell 'em I got a bullet..

For free.

[ask-western-bones]

Mr. Bones, be awful careful. I've heard theres all kinds of goat-men, and cryptids out there. Not to mention worse, men with bad intentions.

I'm much more scared of the law gettin' ahold of me than some trees rustlin' when I'm tryna sleep.

And I ain't too worried 'bout them "men with bad intentions", half the time they're little boys tryna play outlaw.

[ask-western-bones]

Good Sir, please do tell me all about your favorite horse! Gender, Size, Name, anything you'd like to share!

- Selek

My favorites gotta be Whiskey, my current mare. Beautiful chestnut, that girl is.

She's also a pretty decent size, think she's got some draft in her.

But don't ever get on her bad side, cause lemme tell you... She's got a mean kick. Don't take no bull from anyone.

ooc: sorry for the late post.. i've been busy with life stuff

[ask-western-bones]

Hey, i heard some guys down southeast way were on the look fer you. Summin’ ‘bout “Horse rustlin’ ”, but that don’t sound like summin’ you’d do.

Be careful anyway, they sounded like they’re out fer blood

If it's the law, I ain't too worried about it. They're always findin' somethin' to fuss about.

I've only stolen one horse in my life, and that's the mare that takes care of me. Poor filly was bein' neglected by some down right rotten people..

[ask-western-bones]

Yeehaw

You yell that at everyone you pass by?

Now, scram.

[ask-western-bones]

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Leonard sits mounted on his horse as he watches a wild herd of horses galloping across the plains.

It wasn't every day he got to enjoy the the beauty that nature had to offer, not when he was constantly looking over his shoulder.

[ask-western-bones]

you ever met a guy named Spock?

Spock.. Spock... I've heard of 'im, but ain't ever met him. Works as a deputy under that James Kirk.

Heard from folks that he's got a weird way of speakin'.. and lookin'.

[ask-western-bones]

First of all, cowboy Bones is the best, so thanks for being here. Secondly, how did you become an outlaw and how do you feel about being one?

The outlaw life found me at a bad place in time, so it's definitely got some bad connotations. I've learned to live with it.. even though I sometimes miss my old ways of life.

It wasn't exactly a straight story either. If you ask the law, I murdered someone and fled. But I say I was doin' my job the best I could, and was wrongfully accused.

[ask-western-bones]

Mr. Outlaw don't let me catch you cattle rustling around here.

Mr. Outlaw? I got a name, and I suggest you use it, else a couple of things might go missin' from your house.

And I don't do that cattle business, so you ain't gonna catch nothin'.

[ask-western-bones]

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had to deal with, either your own or someone else’s?

Me, personally? Well, I've been shot at 'n stabbed.. but I figure the worst is when I broke my leg. It ain't ideal when you're running from the law.

Now, someone else's? I've seen it all. Faces torn off, legs bit to pieces by some animal. Some poor fella brought in a corpse with half his face smashed in.

[ask-western-bones]

Howdy Sherrif McCoy! I may have or have not thwarted unwanted advances of men in the saloon in a most "uconventional" way. I do hope I aint in trouble with **you**.

-Diana

A young lady like you shouldn't be gettin' yourself into that kinda trouble. 'Specially not with the kinda men that frequent a saloon.

(So, I messed up and I wrote my intro post in a hurry before I went to sleep. If you saw the first version, I wrote it as Bones being the sheriff. In my AU, he is the outlaw. Very sorry!)