#stillknd

[aworldofyou]

        “Don’t trade with that one.” He starts, nodding toward the shop where the stranger had made his. “He will lie to you. He will short you what you are owed. He will cheat you. As he does any who is not English or Christian.”

        @stillknd​   /  liked for a starter / Wanahton

[afonollosa]

@stillknd said: ‘Mad’ 🤠 to receive a mad/angry text from my muse.

Text for Cruz - 5:05am: Let’s say one of my men showed up at your door in the middle of the night. What would you do?

Text for Cruz -5:06am: I know exactly what I would do.

Text for Cruz - 5:07am: I’d punch his pretty face in and cut off his balls and send them straight back to you.

Text for Cruz - 5:18am: He can consider himself lucky that it was Palermo at the door, so he’s still pretty much in one piece. However, he might have gotten a few bruises. I am keeping him here until you come and collect him personally. I think we need to have a chat.

Text for Cruz - 5:19am: Don’t try anything, cariño.

[lowhonor]

@stillknd​  :  ❝  just leave it to me. i can talk a dog off a meat wagon.  ❞

bracketed as they are in one of several alleyways in saint denis, with one lone lawman standing at the far end, squinting and waving his lantern like he can’t see the two outlaws waiting for him armed to the teeth. like he’s scared to take another step. good, arthur thinks. he should be. he only prays he fool doesn’t call for any of his friends to come running, because then they’re up shit creek without a paddle and as good as dead if not destined for a cell.

their horses aren’t far. tied up maybe half a block away. one call, and they’d come running. arthur licks his lips, and then sighs in resignation — defeat. their wanted posters may be posted on every single wall of this festering shithole  ;  he is once again reminded of why he hates civilization, saint denis, the ever  -  constant reminder that there are people all around at any given time and they all have the same eyes. only takes one poor witness to call a bounty hunter comin’.

they’ve got no choice, do they?

he reaches to pull his bandana up, hiding his scowl. it’s clear he ain’t pleased about the situation, but ismael’s idea is better than whatever arthur could come up with at this point. 

❝  i — fine. you think you can get him to move, then by all means, kid, go right on ahead.  ❞  arthur is not a polite man, and as hosea is always quick to remind him, a terrible liar. better that he doesn’t try. his boots scuff against the cobblestone and he grits his teeth. the sound’s like agony to his ears. days like these, when everything goes wrong, he doubts he was made for this sort of life at all.  ❝  you want me to go with you, or wait?  ❞

[westpromised]

❛  You know... A little piece of me was hoping you would say that. This is going to be fun.  ❜ @ arthur

Arthur wanted very much to dispute the point – call him recalcitrant – but found it difficult to do so on account of his own genuine amusement. "I just found out that dinosaurs were real and you wanna up n leave, hunting for bones? Them giant lizards – if they were real for sure – died a good long while ago, Cruz, they ain't goin nowhere now."

He had time to light himself a cigarette and warm up a cup of coffee, goddammit – and he did so with a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth, half obscured by a beard could do with a razor and hot water. Absent-minded, Arthur scratched his cheek while he tried the coffee.

"Still, if that lady pays good money for a couple bones … or just some pointers as to their whereabouts … I'll be damned if we shouldn't keep our eyes peeled."