almosthonorable: (bedhead)
whitetextiswhite

[ ride a horse, save a cowboy ]


Just outside Curtiss, it's cold.

(Hell, it's cold in Curtiss.)

Which is why Ben's got a good-looking fire and a good-looking woman to keep him warm.

This beats the hell out of that ride to Contention; the only time he got near anybody in that camp was when he forked Tucker to death.
almosthonorable: (silhouette)
whitetextiswhite

Ben's more than a little sorry he poked fun at the Lieutenant when she suggested a trip to Canyon Diablo.

Now, the thought of getting out of the bar -- space to ride, space to breathe -- couldn't be more welcome.

(Even if it is to see a giant hole in the ground; Esfir's clear excitement alone is worth the week-long ride.)

He adjusts his hat on his head and swings open the Front Door in Milliways; just beyond is a saloon at the edge of Tombstone, Arizona.

"After you, Lieutenant."
almosthonorable: (sleepin')
whitetextiswhite

[ the lonely light of morning ]


He's blinking in the darkness, already upright and swinging his legs over the side of the bed before he knows why.

Then the rapping -- light but insistent -- registers.

"Hold on just a minute, gotta -- "

He yanks on his pants and pulls his undershirt over his head, then pads to the door barefoot.

"The hell's the -- "

He's squinting, running his free hand through his impressive case of bed-head.

" -- Kate?"
almosthonorable: (Default)
whitetextiswhite

[ after a departure, a funeral and a promise ]


keeping his word )
almosthonorable: (Ben - Skeptical)
whitetextiswhite

It had been easy.

Feigned acceptance, slumped shoulders. A (deceivingly) docile smile.

Then an elbow to the guard's nose and rough wood sliding open beneath nearly numb fingers.

The clack-clack-clack of the 3:10 to Yuma as it sped along the tracks.

Tensed knees and a leap. A shoulder hitting the ground (too hard), and rolling through dirt and scrub.

A short, sharp whistle, an answering nicker. A hard ride to the southwest, toward Mexico.

Finding a ranch, and suitable tools for the manacles, then a single shot between the rancher's eyes.

And now, near the border, Ben Wade is thirsty.

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