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Apr. 7th, 2008 01:33 pmwhitetextiswhite
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.
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.
