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[deepglens]

@dustroads  —  yolanda.

Yolanda slides easily off of her horse and onto the dirt. She unbuckles the flap of the saddlebag and pulls out a pair of pliers and a hammer. “You mended a fence before?” She directs that question in Joey’s general direction.

[brutlistarchive]

"     𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝     ---     i did knock .     “     and far be him from being hailed a liar , he had rapped his knuckles upon the open door and stuck his head in solely out of a natural curiosity that would most likely lead him towards trouble , controversially , unnatural . it suits him .     “     habit’s got me looking at open doors less like an invitation and more like the first signs of somebody already well and gone , or in need of a uh . a hand . with something .     “ 

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[rekant-a]

@dustroads

It looks like Donna’s been up for hours. Maybe she has been. Maybe she woke up right after getting to sleep and couldn’t bear to wake Joe with how restless she can get through the night. She’d made her way quietly through the house and fallen asleep for an hour or two on the couch, reading an old and tattered romance novel she’d plucked off the bookshelf. She wakes with the sun, and wonders if that’s what’s woken Joey too, or if it had simply been her clattering around in the kitchen.

She’s picked a fresh bouquet of roses from her own garden, three red and two white. They sit in a crystal vase on the kitchen counter while she brews a pot of coffee.

‘I won’t cry over it if you don’t want to stay,’ she says firmly. It sounds scripted, like it’s been rehearsed plenty of times before. ‘But I thought you might want a cup of coffee before you go.’

[metuere-now-exspiritment]

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Spirit scrutinizes the older woman critically. They’re about the same height, but Joey looks considerably stronger, which has Spirit standing up straight as a rod and talking the biggest talk that she can.

“If you’re here for work, I’ve got at least five easier jobs for you.” None of them are legal or legitimate, but-- “Just because everybody has made making money all fucked up now doesn’t mean we have to stop doing whatever we want.”

[caracello]

hi happy birthday!! that’s so awesome i hope it’s a good one for you you deserve it :D

TY SHERIDAN !! +D thats so sweet ty

[undonesarc]

@dustroads:  "come on, give me the keys, man."

“when i’m fucking dead you can have them.”  it doesn’t stem from any emotional attachment --- the piece of shit isn’t his, not really, just a prize from a pool tournament some low-level pusher offered out of hubris --- he just doesn’t get in a car unless he’s driving. there’s the extreme exception, when an arm or leg’s broken, typically, but he’s miraculously unscathed tonight -- aside from a minor blossoming of blood around his eye that’ll deepen to a bruise by sunrise. not enough to knock him out of play; he’s a survivor, goddamn resilient; it’s one of his few qualities he doesn’t dismiss. dean props against the hood, twirls the keys around his index finger, and stares joey down -- not a challenge, exactly, but edging dangerously close.

“last i checked, i’m still breathing.”

[undonesarc]

@dustroads: "i think this place is full of spies."

“  what, narcs?  ”  griff sweeps the room, but the poor lighting doesn’t offer much insight, features of their fellow patrons obscured by shadow, smoke. no one seems too eager to pay them any mind, most too entranced by the siren call of the bottom of their glass ---- but he puts some value in joey’s instinct, though it’s negligible at best. griff rubs at his neck before fixing his stare back on her, brow arched, leaning in to keep his words private.  “  someone look at you funny, or are you just being paranoid?  ”

[whitestetson]

dustroads replied to your post “repost, don’t reblog. FULL NAME.  raylan givens NICKNAME.  …quickdraw,...”

[tiffany_pollard_BEYONCE?_voice] TIM??

THAT’S RIGHT.