❛ eh .. yes? i - if-a you're feeling better. ❜ look, he wasn't just gonna let vigilante curdle, out in the sun. he might've been a sharp - shooting sonovabitch, but pepps certainly held no ill will.
hardest p rank of his life.
nothing came after him. he was .. pretty sure. other than john, of course, but the old ghost likely haunted the place, often. he instinctively glanced over his shoulder, though. ❛ n - no. nothing followed. i could, ah. get your 'stuff' for you, and then you could-a tell me what's going on .. ? ❜
He looks over his shoulder and there is nothing out of place. Not a sound or sight to indicate any other presence, right now. It's just them, the two of them, on the floor (or close to) of Vigilante's little farmhouse.
Slowly, Vigi props himself up on his elbows. "Yeah, that... yeah. No. No. Wait." He pushes himself up onto his... well, he's upright now, that's all that matters. "You ain't goin' nowhere alone. It's... it could be too dangerous. Don't know if it's... if it might come back."
"C'mon... just gotta couple of extra cheese wheels... down there, the cellar. My type of cheese. It'll help me."












