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Outlaw King

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Arriving at a small trading post to re-stock his supplies or more accurately a shack that looked like it should be condemned, Samuel led his mustang Diego to a nearby water trough to drink while he tied him up. Walking up the sun cracked wooden steps, each creaking loudly under the weight of his feet, he moved towards a wall of wanted posters, casting his eyes over each in turn. Truth be told, they were an ugly looking bunch; all black eyes and missing teeth in the main and none of them worth the effort of tracking down.

Taking one last look at Diego, to ensure he was adequately tied, Samuel quietly moved inside with his hand on his gun.

“Six twists of your best tobacco, half of that dried ham, two cans of beans, one pack of sowbelly, three cups of ground coffee and that bottle of tangle-leg.”

Counting out his money, what he was willing to pay, not what he had been asked to pay, he flashed the store owner a steely look, one that suggested it would do him well to take what he had been paid rather than attempt to barter. Reading his expression right, the trader accepted his coin before pushing the items towards him.

“Throw in two of those cigars ‘n’ some papers.” Samuel added, testing his luck.

“You travel far son?”

Sensing the owner trying to strike up a conversation, one that would be no likely be heard by other eager ears, Samuel remained tight lipped, stretching out his hand with a quiet insistence until it was filled.

“No.” He finally replied gruffly, ignoring the other patrons as he quickly shoved the cigars in his pack before heading straight back outside to roll himself a quirly.

Taking a long swig from his canteen, he lit his cigarette, the flickering flame reflecting in his eyes as he looked up to regard an approaching rider, one whose identity could never be mistaken - Dutch was notorious round these parts and Samuel knew better than to entertain the notion of bounties he suspected existed on Dutch’s head in territories much further afield, bounties that most probably paid a very pretty penny indeed. No, this was a man better kept as a friend than an enemy.

“Dutch.” He smiled knowingly, tipping his hat. “You been behavin’ yourself?”

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Reaver and Dutch playing as children together

“That isn’t fair! I already checked there!”

                     The boy protested upon losing a game of hide and seek. WILLIAM was a spoiled child, and he wasn’t accustomed to losing. So when the other boy managed to beat him in a simple game, he became aggitated and automatically assumed that the only way that someone could ever beat him is if they cheated. So as he crossed his arms and made his displeasure known, William continued to protest that he had cheated.

“You cheated, therefore, I automatically win! Now go and hide again, because you obviously can’t do it right the first time.”

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meme - accepting.

[nctagoodmcn]

TWD sentence starters | accepting

@vanderking​​​ said:  I feel like I invested a lot in you and I am very, very disappointed.

   An amused smirk played under the tilted down brim of a worn hat. A shoulder resting against a tree for support as Arthur leaned against, rough hands braced on a belted holster. There was always some enjoyment to be found in baring witness to Marston getting gifted a scolding...’specially since the man hadn’t got much better at receiving one since he was barely five feet and unable to spell his own name. Even grown he was still able to throw a tantrum in the face of Dutch’s ire more violent and hysterical than any rebounded woman Arthur had come across.

Blue eyes angled up when John’s voice didn’t immediately wheeze an ill thought out pitched rebuff however...only to find the area void of Marston in general. Brows pinching as the smirk faltered, Arthur’s gaze turning to instead find dark eyes and the looming figure of Dutch staring into the side of his person.

     ..you gotta be god dammed kiddin’ me...

‘ Ah now, it ain’t my fault that John messed up, Dutch. ‘ Straightening from the tree, Arthur pushed away from it. Hand rummaging in a satchel until fingers wrap around the battered cup inside it. Stooping to pick up and pour out some lukewarm coffee. Setting down the pot and half turning to look over at Dutch, offering a waved of a gesture with his free hand.

  ‘ Apparently you and Hosea teachin’ him to read when he was a child only increased Marston’s capacity for understanding larger words....it didn’t do a damned thing for the boy’s lackin’ of common sense. ‘

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Starter Call. || @vanderking​

           ❝That was very brave but foolish of you to do.❞         The woman spoke to the man who just recently saved her ass from a group of O’driscols that got the drop on her. Kassandra was never one to let down her guard, but the one time she had.... Shaking that thought off, the outlaw turned to face the man with a small nod.                ❝But... Thank you.❞

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     The sun crept across the sky, ducking between large fluffy clouds from time to time. A small family of deer darted across the plains, crossing in front of a speeding stagecoach, pulled by two large horses. A whack of the reins by one of the men on the driver's box caused the horses to begin speeding up until eventually, they were in a full-blown run. They grunted loudly in disapproval but continued running, hooves tossing up patches of earth and grass as they struggled to stay on the worn slender path.

     Faye had been watching and waiting for this particular coach to come by so when she saw it suddenly make a break for it she knew she needed to act face. The occupants inside were well known rich folk so it was a surprise they weren’t followed by more guards but she wasn’t going to think too much into it. With a gentle urge to her horse, the horse fled down the hill, pulling one of the Lemat revolvers from the holster. 

     The first shot hit the driver’s hat, sending it flying as he ducked down, whacking the reins harder and yelling at the beasts to go faster. She chased after them still, keeping low as the man riding shotgun attempted to defend the coach. It didn’t take her long to find out why HER score was already running. She wasn’t the only one after their riches.

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[deloresisout]

@vanderking​   said   :   ‘I guess we're even now. I owe that much to you.’

     The moment he said this was the moment she lowered her sunglasses. It wasn’t enough and her gaze let him know she thought that.

     “I was hoping we could continue doing work together, Mr. Van der Linde.” Delores softly said, “I feel that a partnership would be very beneficial to both of us.” She, in his pursuit of Angelo. And he, with his band of men. Delores needed men - strong men to do the things her future would require and Dutch needed to find an Italian. 

[the-smallest-star]

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Valentine was muddy as ever, but least it was a simple and friendly enough town. So the Smalley duo had decided to settle here for a few weeks, and James has landed a temporary job helping the stables fix old wagons and shoe horses.

Hannah mostly kept out of the way, a book on her lap as she sat on a stool just outside the stable swinging her legs in her worn boots, her father shoeing a horse a few feet away. The little girl was doing her best to read aloud to him. “We are free in this... landscape... in this... eaten....”  “Eden.” James corrected with a grin. “Oh- right... eden. If we choose it to be so and live free from these un-... unsea....” Hannah’s brows furrowed for a moment. “Unceasing desires.” James continued for her.

“Unceasing... how come you know this book when its not even in front of your face?” “Photographic memory, I just have to look at something and I’ll remember it.” Her father chuckled warmly, getting to his feet as he handed the horse off to one of the stablehands.

The pair had been so absorbed in their own conversation they hadn’t noticed the small group of strangers ride in, well people rode in often just passing through so for now it wasn’t a surprise to them. And they were strangers too.

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( Sean MacGuire ; closed thread )

                           ❝ Is this the mango farm you were pining over, Dutch? ❞ Sean had a quick mouth. He felt like he had a good reason. He gave Dutch too much credit until now, like with Blackwater, but this was Dutch’s idea. Couldn’t he see that doing these things would result in more death?

                           He wasn’t over Lenny’s death, not even Hosea’s death either. He and the man may not have gotten along all the time, but the man knew when something was a trap.

                           ❝ Or are ya’ thinkin’ of something new now? What about selling shoes? Big market for them, let me tell ya’. ❞

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