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Put Up or Shut Up || Amos and Caroline

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  Caroline couldn’t help but agree, “no I don’t suppose it is.” She nodded offering a small smile.

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As she picked up the shot glass, Amos couldn't help but find himself slightly amused. It hadn't really dawned on him that a lady of her standards would drink anything other than maybe sherry or champagne. As she downed it, and her hand flew to her pouty lips, Amos couldn't help but laugh a low, deep chuckle. "Sorry 'bout it," He offered, tossing a hand towards the glasses and the bottle. "Guess it ain't a proper drink for a lady," A smile still hinted at his lips as she continued to speak next. A doctor. So, he had guessed right. "Huh, so even when you ain't attractin' trouble, you're still attractin' trouble," He joked, a smirk replacing the smile. "There ain't a lotta women doctors back east. And after that show back there, I s'pose they may give ya a hard time out here," Amos guessed, pouring another shot.  "How'd ya wind up choosin' such a profession?" 

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Put Up or Shut Up || Amos and Caroline

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  If her idea of riding from the Hampton’s back to Ember had been a foolish idea, then her idea of entering the bar at such an hour was on par with poking a rattle snake with a stick. Down right idiotic.

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At her mention of whiskey, Amos proceeded to pour the both of them a shot. "Miss Maine," He started, sliding one glass across the table towards her. "Amos Emeritt," He finished, before tipping back his own. "Don't mention it," Amos said simply, nodding his head as if inviting her to drink up. "It's bourbon, but I reckon they're 'bout the same."

Once more, Amos glanced towards the bag she had placed on the floor. If he wasn't mistaken, it looked an awful lot like a doctor's bag. Still, he'd rather hear it from her. It wasn't every day he was graced with the presence of a woman doctor. "What is it that you do, Miss Caroline Maine?" Amos asked, arching an eyebrow up at her as he leaned back against the back of the chair. "Besides findin' yourself in the middle of a brawl and tryin' to get yourself killed." 

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Does anybody ever strike it rich 'round here?

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And what would be the right business, ‘round these parts?

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I don' think a lady like yourself would be too keen on hearin' the answer to that.

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Does anybody ever strike it rich 'round here?

Or is it all for show?

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I don't think they realize they're in the wrong business, ma'am.

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Put Up or Shut Up || Amos and Caroline

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  It had been a foolish idea, she could see that now, the idea of a unaccompanied woman taking the solitary kilometer ride from the Hampton Homestead back to Ember.

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Surely, it was just another man coming in from the mines. Possibly, it was another lady of ill-repute, someone to swoon and fight over. After all, it was after nightfall. Not many women tended to venture into the bar once it was dark out. But at the hollering coming from one of the drunken men, Amos had to turn his head.

The lady that stood in the doorway was definitely a lady. From the looks of her dress, and her pinned up blonde hair she had more than enough class. Amos narrowed his eyes, wondering why in the hell she had been so daring as to venture into the building. Either way, he dismissed it, turning back to his drink. Judging by her orders and the way she was pushing him around, Amos figured that she could handle it herself. No man was stupid enough to harass a woman in public.

Clearly, Amos was wrong. 

He spun back around in order to witness the scene that was unfolding near the doorway. The man's hand was lingering on her waist, as he slurred in her ear about becoming a wife. An arch in one eyebrow rose, and a smirk tugged up on Amos' lips as the woman reared back and slapped him clear across the face. He couldn't help but chuckle. Amos wouldn't ever tell a woman what the idiotic man had said to her, though he had to agree. She was fiery. Daring even. In fact between walking into the bar in the first place, and pushing this man around, the woman had more guts than half the men in Ember.

Still, Amos should've known better that it would end with her one strike. His eyes widened just slightly, taking over his constant poker face, as the man threw one in return. And with that, Amos had had enough. He slammed both the bottle and the shot glass on the bar top. The bar stool made a screech across the wooden floors that was able to gather some attention, though not all. He placed his hand on his gun that was secured in the holster, ready to pull it out at any moment as he turned to face the drunken idiot with the woman. "Alright boys," Amos started, his voice a low growl. "That'll be enough from you, tonight," He told the man as he shoved his way through the crowd "I'm startin' ta' get real tired of your shit," The crowd parted and just a few steps had Amos planted right in front of the man, who was either bold or stupid enough, to lay a hand on a lady. With no further warning, Amos pulled back and followed through, allowing his fist to connect with his jaw, which sent him sprawling. "Maybe that'll teach ya' not to mess with a lady," He growled, as he shook out his hand. 

With that, Amos turned to look at the woman. Without a word, he turned and walked back to his place at the bar, grabbing the glass and the bottle before ordering another glass. All in hand, he found an empty table in the back. After setting the glasses down, he pushed out the chair with his foot and nodded his head at her, as if telling her to sit, before doing the same in the opposite chair. "Ya wanna tell me why ya' decided it'd be a good idea to come in here at night?"

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Put Up or Shut Up || Amos and Caroline

Amos enjoyed keeping to himself. He didn't need to make friends along the way, considering he only stayed in town for a night or two. Because of that, he had no problems drinking by his lonesome. Just like usual, he sauntered up to the bar, taking a seat on an unoccupied stool. Rapping his knuckles on the bar top, he caught the tender's attention and ordered a bottle of bourbon, thinking that whatever was left over he could take to go. In thirty seconds flat, Amos downed one, two shots of the fiery liquor. 

Drunken men stumbled around him, though Amos tried his hardest to ignore them. It was best to keep to himself. However, every now and then they had thoughts of their own. One particularly intoxicated man bumped into him, causing Amos' drink to slosh over the sides of the glass. "Sorry 'bout tha'," The man slurred, placing a hand on his shoulder. It took a good moment for it to click in his head that Amos was not from around here. "Who the hell 'er you?" He asked, clutching his shoulder in order to force his body around. 

Patiently, Amos reached up to shove his hand away. "No one that you need to know about," He grumbled, before going back to his drink. 

"Nah. I don' think so. You's prolly' comin her' to stir up some trouble. We don't want none o' that. We like it her' just fine," The man told him, squaring his shoulders and placing his hands on his hips. Tired of the smugness written across his face, Amos turned to his third shot and swallowed it down before standing up from his stool. 

"Looks like you're stirrin' up trouble. You don' want that," Amos told him, his gaze cold and hard. Just as he said so, the man shoved his shoulders back, as if daring him to swing. 

Amos took the dare. One swing and the guy stumbled backwards, into another man. It was a domino effect, and soon there was an entire bar fight that had broken out. A fist here, a kick in the gut there. Stools were thrown, bottles were broken, and drinks were splashed. Pretty soon, Amos had a few knocked down, with a bloody lip, a black eye, split knuckles, and a pissed off attitude. A gunslinger with a pissed off attitude meant that a gun would be drawn. He turned, trigger pulled, to the guy who had his fist ready. "Do it," He demanded, arching an eyebrow. And just like that, the fighting slowed to a stop. People resumed their drinking if they hadn't decided to leave or had already been knocked out. Amos picked up a stool that had toppled over, enjoying the fact that he was the only one sitting at the bar top. "Gimme another bottle." 

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BOUNTY HUNTER.

“God says we need to love our enemies, I think I’ll shoot mine instead.”

AMOS EMERITT · THIRTY-SEVEN · FC: ANSON MOUNT · TAKEN

Amos Emeritt was a typical rancher before the war broke out. He owned cattle and primarily drove them from his ranch in Texas out west through Indian territory and into California. Cattle was worth more to those in San Francisco than it was in the midwest. Once Texas seceded from the U.S. and joined in with the Confederacy, cattle drives and his ranching halted. Having no other job and no family to stay behind for, Amos decided to volunteer with the war, helping out in whatever way he could. Throughout the few years that he was actually in the war, he had seen his fair share of bloodshed which did nothing but harden him to the outside world. Upon returning home, he found that his cattle were dead and gone, and all of his horses had been stolen. His small farmhouse had been burned. The only thing he knew and loved was torn from him.

Amos decided that he would re-build everything and start his business from the ground up once more, though it never seemed to be quite like it was before. During one particular cattle drive, several thieves attempted to round up a few heads and take them out of the herd. Doing just what came to his mind, Amos shot and killed the gang of thieves. News spread quickly of this gunslinger who had killed a group of men that had been wanted dead for quite some time, and soon Amos had a different business on his hands: bounty hunter. 

Business often brought him through several of the booming towns and cities.  He would mind his own and do what needed to be done for those who couldn’t afford to get their hands dirty. Ember was such a town, however he was planning to stay for longer than usual in order to map out his plans.