#mamamccree

[dxadeye-blog]

@mamamccree continued from here

He wasnt even fazed by the gun leveled at his head. So many years of it made him immune to much of the danger, especially with who he was here to see. 

Jesse sets the guitar he was playing on the ground, leaning a bit onto his hold on the neck of it. He felt so tired and seeing her face again....he was so exhausted and he was sure it showed.

“Hey mama.” he greeted softly.

[mamamccree]

Merry Cree-smas Everyone

Based on @dilfosaur‘s awesome mama

[hellwrcith]

@mamamccree

… It was bad coming back here.

He could see it in the eyes of those he passed, the contempt and anger and just how dare they waltz on in after pretty much destroying what had been a community—well, a community of weapons dealers, murderers, and fuck knows what else but it had been a community to these people all the same.

Some were still feeling the sting from their raid, though it was obvious that loyalties had been severed as quick as possible when the true nature of everything was brought up. Others seemed keen on trying to start again, if those oddly suspicious cargo collections were anything to go by.

Gabriel decided to do his best to ignore that, as well as the itching feeling to do something about it. It wasn’t why he had come back, after all.

It was a mess trying to locate the appropriate building, everything along the roads seemed to be falling apart in one form or another, and by God was no one keen on giving him fairly straight directions, but eventually he managed to pick out the place. It looked just like Jesse had said.

He knocked on the door a few times, careful to hold the package under one arm. “Ma’am?”

[gamfcowboy-archived]

He was bored.

It was still too early for the real crowds to come in, and the people that were straggling around from lunchtime were uninteresting enough that he ignored them.  They didn’t pay much attention to him, either, so far as he was concerned, they weren’t important.

What was important was that he’d lost a toy and couldn’t find it, hence the reason he was scampering around, peeking under tables (no matter if anyone was there or not) and sighing.

Loudly.

And repeatedly.

[prairiewolve]

@mamamccree​

Lily stopped washing the cup in her hands and turned towards him, a brow arched.

“Is it not the name I gave you when you were born? Your native name?” she began, placing the cup on the drying rack and giving him her full attention.  “The Clever Trickster?”

he feels guilty like he always does. he’s not ashamed of his heritage but it’s a white man’s world and he understands keenly, you can only buck the system & get so far. you want to make it further?  ya gotta play by other people’s rules. don’t matter that he’s taller than her-- don’t matter that he’s already killed a man, or that he’s a big tough gangster with the boys, nothing in the world cows him like that look from his ma.

“yes ma’am, it is.” he mumbles softly. maybe the name suits him, maybe it don’t. he can’t help but think that the coyote always ends up with the short end of the stick in those old legends. maybe he’s the coyote who swallowed the moon once and was tricked out of it and hes just left to howl for what he’s lost the rest of his damn life. 

“-- never seems to work out so well for the coyote.” 

[anathesniper]

@mamamccree

“Can I help you?”

“No, but perhaps I can help you. You’re looking for Jesse, aren’t you?”

[mamamccree]

Getting so many Jesses just makes Lily just wanna scoop them all up and

‘Don’t talk to me or ma sons ever again” <3

[deadeye-talon-blog]

.:Closed thread:. mamamccree

@mamamccree

Assassination missions were a personal favourite of Outlaw, the simple nature of the task and the joy of completing it, watching the life be so suddenly cut short by his own hand brought a sickening smile to his lips. Life at the Talon base wasn’t always the most eventful so Outlaw took pleasure in the little things, this manifested as his love for assassination so when he was ordered to take out a target he more then jumped at the offer. 

The location was somewhere near Route 66, a place where Outlaw had spent his wasted youth as part of the Deadlock Gang, however since the gangs forced separation by the hands of Overwatch the location had long since fallen quiet. 

The buildings were in a state if disrepair, the inhabitants no longer around to keep the buildings in check. The familiar tag of the Deadlock Gang still spray painted over every building, Outlaw chuckled as these images now only served as relics from a part of his youth no longer important. 

Blowing air between his fingers the gunslingers loud whistle echoed through the empty buildings and bounced off the high rock walls surrounding the area.”Yall can quit your hiding and just come out all nice and easy. If you do, I’ll make your death real quick, sound fair?” His voice echoed much like his whistle did only he could hear his own voice becoming more distorted as the echoes overlapped each other.

Eyes scanning the area around him Outlaw searched for any movement as his ears searched for any sound that didn’t fit in with the natural ambience. Come on... give me a sign...