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    Marigold had been surprised by him following her, looking over at him. "It's alright," She replied. No, the sound hadn't improved much in the room, but she supposed she could tune it out somehow. She glanced out the window when she noticed moonlight starting to filter in through her window, illuminating her and the other silhouettes in the room a sterling silver. She took a slow breath before she looked back at him. "I reckon we should talk?" She asked, shifting over to her bedside, but she did undo her jacket, pulling it off her shoulders, the fabric sliding down to her elbows before she twisted, and gently removed it. She folded it across the back of the bed, and settled on the edge of the bed, patting the spot across from her. She assumed they should- at least about their feelings and such... a serious conversation was likely past due. She supposed she should also tell him her plan, but the weight it bore on her shoulders suffocated the voice that wanted to speak it.


    She peered back towards the window, and while waiting for him to join her, she undid her boots. She used her feet to pull them off by the heel, before she removed her hat, and gave her head a gentle shake that caused the charcoal locks to settle in a slight mess around her face and against her back. There was a lot to think about, but she did wonder why he had followed her, too. Ryker had gotten Clyde a room right next to hers, and the walls were so thin she swore they were just fabric... But then again, they hadn't slept apart since beginning their journey. She used that as the reason, nothing more. She had grown used to his company too- perhaps enough that even with him only a few steps away, she'd feel rather lonely. Her head perked up hearing shouting outside her room- but from the context, it just sounded like one of the women yelling blasphemies at one of the men, she couldn't help but snort. Refocusing on Clyde, she met his gaze. He looked rather handsome bathed in moonlight, the pounding in her chest proved that much to her.

    Holding his hat in his hands he guessed he was sleep walking through the last few minutes. It fet strange leaving her after pretty much seeing her all the time. Otherwise he didn’t know how the explain why he had followed her into her room. Clyde tried not to put too much thought into it. With her invitation to sit and talk he thought it over for a moment before nodding and moving his way over beside her. His hat on the blankets beside him and ran his hand through his messy blonde hair that looked like it was in dire need of some attention, but he never much bothered with taking care of his hair in anyway shape or form. He just let it do what it wanted. It didn’t surprise him when a couple strands of hair tumbled into his face as he turned his full attention to her. “I guess we should.” He muttered softly reluctant as he didn’t know where to start. Turning his atttention to the shouting outside for a moment he only shook his head. Fights like this were pretty common anywhere there was men, women, and stuff strong enough to make them both loose their senses.


    Tuning it out he shifted on the bed meeting her eyes. He wore a crooked smile as he looked at her. It wasn’t hard to see he thought the world of her. His eyes lit up whenever he looked at her. It was hard to pin down what it was exactly that she did that made him just not want to look away. Yep...he was smitten with her, it looked like Ryker was right, although he wouldn’t admit to that if he could help things. Clearing his throat he realized he had been staring and they sound probably talk instead of just making eyes at each other. “So where should we start? This whole talking thing...it ain’t something I’m that good at.” Still wearing his crooked smile Clyde was trying here..he just didn’t know where to start. They had some stuff to work out, but he didn’t have much experience in this area. Scratching his chin he glanced towards the window pulling his eyes away from her for a moment so he could maybe think a little straighter. Of course he didn’t look away for very long. “I guess whateve happens we gotta be ready for the chance that we might end up dying before this is over.” Clyde decided he should get that bit out of the way. It was a good possibility they wouldn’t make it out of this alive.


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    Marigold laughed when he said he was inexperienced when it came to talking about things, nodding slowly herself. "Me too," she said amusingly. Yet, she knew this wasn't a joke... just that she wanted to show that this was new to the both of them. She slowly ran a hand through her own hair, and slowly laid back on her bed. Staring up the ceiling, she slowly breathed out, the cold air of the night allowing a cloud to pour from her nose and lips. She looked at him without moving her eyes, and carefully watched him. "I know... that's why I'm hopin' we can enjoy this while it lasts." She sat up again, her hand next to him as she leaned towards him, but didn't get too close. "It ain't hard to see how I feel just by looking at me..." she said this almost embarrassedly, but her free hand lifted, gently laying on the side of his face, her brows furrowing as she seemed to want to say something, but shook her head, and leaned in to kiss his forehead. "If by chance we do make it out... I ain't got much to offer," she began, even if she felt like they wouldn't, that Barrow Peak was the end of the line, "but I'll give ya all I've got... all I am and all I can be." Her features softened, and she let her hand drop from his face.


    "You're welcome to stay if you want," she murmured, clearly talking about him staying in her room. She wasn't going to force him, but she knew she'd sleep far better at least knowing he was in the same room as her, even if they didn't lay with one another. She would miss these little moments, that was for sure. Rising from the bed, she did walk over to the side, however, pulling back a curtain at the side and blinked when she noticed a bucket full of water there and a stool- clearly it was for bathing. She rubbed the back of her head, she could probably use a wash, glancing back over to Clyde. He'd likely leave for a bit- right? She could just wash up then, or do it in the morning before they left. At least, that would be the plan... who knew what could happen between then and now. She looked over at the door as a man pushed it open- he was dressed rather formally for this day and age, but he walked over with a basket and placed it down on the nearby night table. "It's from your partner, Ryker," he informed them, before backing away out of the room. It was just food- and alcohol? Her face flushed. God, she'd give him what for later, that bastard.


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    I'll be heading to work soon,so I'll be inactive for 5-7 hours.

    Nodding softly he huffed softly feeling a new wave of exhaustion come over him when she laid back on the bed. He was watching her leaning back slightly from his spot he was sitting still on the bed. Brushing the hair out of his eyes he was watching her sit back up. His eyes softened as he looked into her eyes. "All we can do is live for right now." Clyde didn't just mean that about enjoying this moment right now, he thought it best to just live what for what you could. He doubted either one of them would make it out of this alive, he didn't think he would it to old age anyhow. If he ever did get turned into the law he was going to be swinging from the gallows in no time. A morbid thought, but it was the truth. He had made a lot of mistakes and he was equally prepared for the possibility he was going to have to pay for them. Still, he smiled and took her other hand in his squeezing it for a moment. He noticed her brief hesitation, but didn't question it. Instead he simply drew in a breath of cold night air. "If there is a chance we'll make it out of this then, I'll promise you everything I can. Although I'm not exactly rich." Words were wind until you could see them through to the end. Hopefully they would get to.


    Still sitting on his spot on the bed he tipped his head to the side about her offer to let him stay. He would probably fret endlessly if he was in the other room. Clyde was always worried about her..so maybe staying wouldn't be a bad idea. "The floor looks pretty comfortable." He said playing it off as a joke, but he figured he definitely owed her for when she took the floor in the hotel. Watching her pull back the curtain to reveal what looked like a makeshift place to clean up and then look back at him Clyde cleared his throat and was on his feet. "I can give you so privacy." The young man offered and made a move towards the door having to step to the side when a man came into the room and nearly got him with the door. Staring at the man curiously he wondered what this guy's business was. When he finally did state his purpose and then set the food and alcohol cleared his throat and looked at Marigold. "Well ain't he a sweetheart." Clyde shook his head looking down at the food a little tempted by the whiskey, hey he was a simple man, before shaking his head deciding it was better just to leave it. He seemed a bit embarrassed himself as he saw how red Mari had gotten. "I can go if you want." He offered picking up his hat off the bed.

    Marigold saw him quickly stand and instantly waved her hands for emphasis. "No, no it's okay!" She didn't hesitate, but her face flushed harder due to it being rather embarrassing that she'd blurt out like that. She wouldn't bathe tonight, that was all. But by then, the man had dropped off the treats, and she ran a hand through her messy hair, watching Clyde look towards it too. "...Why don' we share? I mean... I doubt he intended it for just me." She offered, but her voice was quiet, almost reluctant. Would that come off as too forward? She walked over to the basket, picking up the whiskey and pulling the top off. She only gave Clyde a small glance before she lifted it to her lips, and took a quick swig of it straight from the bottle, making a rather surprised face. It was... really good. Shaking her head, she offered it to him. "Unless my company is that bad?" She joked, she knew it wasn't, but she wanted him to stay.


    She had to admit though, she wasn't going to be able to keep up with Clyde and his drinking- she'd go blackout drunk if she had more than a couple shots of the alcohol. Maybe that's what Ryker wanted? She didn't know. But drunk her was also very honest... and a little funny- so part of her wanted to share that with Clyde. She doubted she would do anything wrong, but she definitely got more emotional. But didn't everyone who drank it? She didn't know. She sat down on her bed again, looking at the assortment of food and treats- bread, some meats, and cheese... She didn't even want to know how much Ryker had spent to send them this, but she guessed when you were a sheriff you had quite a bit of spending allowance. Giving her head a gentle shake she looked back at Clyde expectantly- her eyes pleading him to stay unconsciously.

    Pausing he looked back not really needing much coaxing to stay. He turned around still standing close to the door watching and seeming quite surprised when she took a swig right from the bottle. Scratching his chin he looked down at the plate. He would be lying if he said he wasn't starving. He also found it pretty funny watching her drink since it clearly wasn't something she was used to and last time he had to keep her standing up right all the way back to the hotel. Giving a slight amused snort at her joke he moved himself away from the door. "Believe me your company is anything, but bad." Clyde chuckled now convinced she wanted him to stay. He closed the distance between the door and the bed. He would be lying if he said the look she was giving him didn't make him immediately cave in and sit down on the bed beside her. The outlaw was never very good with seeing women sad, so her pleading look got him right in the gut. Putting his hat back on the bed he took the whiskey bottle himself. Taking a large gulp he blinked afterwards staring at the bottle. "Damn I wonder how much Ryker shelled out for this." He muttered having tasted enough cheap whiskey to know what the good stuff tasted like.


    Setting the whiskey back down he glanced over at her with a faint smile. "How many swigs of this stuff do you think you can drink before you start getting tipsy again?" He chuckled slightly. He could probably get about half a bottle before getting really knocked off his feet, but he was going to tempt fate and test that assumption. Looking down at the food he pulled off a piece of bread. "And I wouldn't recommend drinking on an empty stomach either." Clyde advised with a bit of amusement in his voice before taking a bite of bread.

    She seemed to get a triumphant look in her gunmetal blue eyes when he chose to stay, glad she was able to convince him- even if she used his attraction to her against him a little. It wasn't entirely unfair, right? She looked down at the food, and quietly scanned the goods. It all looked pretty good, but she wasn't really sure where to start. It was clearly meant to be shared and she could only imagine Ryker had worded it as a ' lover's meal '. She knew him too well, it was almost frightening. She watched the man settled across from her, and allowed another smile to cross her lips, watching him take a rather large gulp of the whiskey and laughed in amusement at the face he had made, even if she was willing to bet the one she had made was similar if not worse. "I ain't sure I wanna know," She replied, but gave a small snort of a laugh, the sound quick but almost a little high-pitched. It was all in all just a strange noise. She glanced at the nightstand and in thought, bit her lip. She noticed a candle there, and leaned over. Matches were next to it, and although the moonlight offered some pale light, she preferred the warm flame-light that would come from the candle. Lighting it, she sat back, and watched the flame dance in the gentle wind currents in the bedroom, a smirk crossing her face before she looked at him when he began speaking again.


    "How many? Hm..." she paused in wonder, that really was a good question, "two, maybe three swigs?" She said honestly. It was sad that she was that much of a light-weight, but at the same time, she could taste the alcohol in this whiskey, more than the cheap stuff she'd had tucked away. She wondered how much he could drink before he got drunk as well- was it weird to wonder that? Probably not. "What about ya?" She said it all too fast, and it came out as a slur, which made her sound similarly to Ryker's normal speech. God, imagine that man drunk. She did nod however in silent agreement when he said it wasn't a great idea to drink on an empty stomach, and followed his lead by picking up a piece of sliced bread. She was utterly shocked that it was fresh, the heat almost unbearable in her hand and when she took a bite, it was nearly heavenly the way it seemed to melt. She was captivated by the small things, that was for sure. "God give me strength," she joked, grinning.

    Eating the slice of bread he did have to blow on a couple pieces so he didn't burn his mouth. He was very clearly amused, why? Because of the ways he could already see the alcohol was affecting her. Slurring her speech a little already making her a little harder to understand. At least even drunk she wasn't quite as hard to understand as Ryker sometimes. Watching her turn on the candle he tipped his head to the side as the dark moonlit room was bathed in a small ring of orange light. It didn't light every last corner in the room, but it did help them both strain their eyes less in the dark. Picking up the bottle he took another swig of whiskey sighing. He could feel it burn its way down his throat and down into his stomach. "Two or three huh? Then you better space them out." Clyde chuckled examining the bottle for a moment. "I'd have to say probably a good seven to nine swigs before it really starts hitting me." Of course he could have even claimed he could go till the bottle was halfway empty, but he didn't want to get black out drunk either. Taking one more swig before he set the bottle down.


    Finishing his slice of bread he then dusted the crumbs from his beard chuckling softly. "This is why I don't eat bread all that much. Maybe it would just be easier to shave my beard." He joked scratching at the edge of his scruffy blonde beard. Giving an amused smile he thought of how different he would look without his beard. The outlaw had grown it to help make him less recognizable while on the run. Even when they caught on to the fact he had a beard he kept it, maybe he just liked it. "I might miss it though." He rambled on, the alcohol was affecting him just enough to make him ramble a little more then he normally would. Clyde was a bit of a talkative drunk so it might actually be kind of funny to get him going. He pushed some of the blonde hair from his face sighing slightly.

    Marigold's eyes were turned a pale orange almost white from the combination of flame and moon light, her features softened by the gentle flicker of the candle. The candle made it easier to see, but she was definitely more focused on the way it illuminated Clyde's body, the dance of light across his skin almost captivating. She blamed her interest more on the alcohol, since she was so readily showing it. She gazed at him intensely, but a smile broke her lips, and gently made her eyes squint. "I guess so," She mused, her eyes gently rolling in their sockets at his humour. She seemed mildly surprised when he said he could handle nine swigs before it started to get to him, or maybe until he blacked out- she couldn't be sure. She only let out a profuse laugh, giving her head a gentle shake for emphasis. Her attention was brought back as he ate the bread, and found herself giving a snort when she saw the crumbs that decorated his beard. She lifted her hand, her thumb catching the side of his lips to gently push away a few more crumbs before she met his gaze, and then hesitantly pulled her hand away.


    She listened to him when he spoke about it as if it were a nuisance, and shook her head in disagreement. "I like the beard," She said honestly, a smile crossing her face again, "makes you look like a man," She gave a wink before she looked down at the basket, picking up an apple that was in it, and seemed rather excited. Dumb as it seemed, she hadn't had an apple since she was a kid... Fruits were definitely a delicacy, to her at least. She bit into it with a satisfying crunch, and gently chewed, seeming to ooze happiness at the sweet juice that poured from the piece she'd bitten off. It was almost heavenly. She didn't seem to mind his rambling at all, on the contrary she was overjoyed at the sound of his voice, especially as the alcohol continued to numb her mind with every crashing wave. She lifted up the whiskey again, taking yet another swig of the liquid, the taste of apple and whiskey an interesting combination but she was liking it. She settled back against the bed with a long sigh of relaxation and relief. Her gaze swam through the various shades of light before they found their way to his eyes, and she kept them there. "Ain't it amazin'," she chuckled, "this night... this food and most importantly, you." She'd taken a long pause to say him, closing the distance between them as her lips caught his, the kiss bitter, but sweet from the drink and the fruit.

    "It does does it? Then I definitely can't get rid of it now." The outlaw decided as if there was ever any danger of him shaving it off, briefly running his hands through the blonde scruff to make sure there were no more crumbs left. The candlelight softened Clyde's weathered featured as he looked down at her his eyes not seeming to want to leave her's for longer then a second. A soft smile appeared at seeing the childlike glee when she picked up the apple and took a messy bite from it. It was adorable to him and there was an amused smile that played across his lips. There wasn't much to this moment besides the pair of them sitting there and enjoying each other's company and some damn good whiskey. Really he couldn't think of a better way to spend his time then like this. Chuckling as she took yet another swig he stretched his arms letting out some of the soreness from his muscles. The whiskey was making his mind buzz a little more then before. Still, he could feel tiredness weighing down his muscles more now, but he wanted to stay awake for a long as she was willing to mostly because he couldn't focus on much else except her. After watching her flop sown on the bed he was almost tempted to join her, but instead chose to stay sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her still with the same smile.


    The kiss didn't surprise him as much as the first one had and there was hopefully no Ryker to worry about in this moment. So, he enjoyed the kiss tasting the whiskey and apple on her lips. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders he lingered on the kiss for a while longer. "It's definitely amazing, but I think you're the biggest reason it is." Clyde shook his head slightly and brushed some strands of dark hair from her face. "I like looking at your beautiful face a lot more then my old ugly mug." With an amused smile he leaned forwards and planted a kiss on her lips mostly so that she couldn't deny it. This whole being smitten thing was something he was still learning to deal with and he didn't want to stop feeling this way any time soon. Clyde sighed softly his smile more lopsided now as her's eyes caught his.


    (Sorry about the late post I'm getting over being sick so my posts may be a little wonky)

    No worries, I hope you feel 100% soon.


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    She laughed softly when he responded, the sound brewing from deep in her chest, it wasn't something she was faking. She peered towards the candle one last time, as if to assure herself that it was lit, and that the weak warmth it provided was real. She gave a gentle sigh of content, breathing out slowly through her nose which caused a white cloud to bellow from the cavity, filling her gaze as it drifted upwards. Shaking her head, she thought momentarily of the horses, hoping that they were warm. Even in a barn it could get relatively cold. In reaction to her thoughts, she shivered and grasped at the blanket that lay on the bed, pulling it from it's tucked position and getting underneath. She gave a slight chuckle at how silly she must look, shivering like a bab under these thin blankets. Yet, the minute she laid her head back she felt exhaustion hit her like a wave, and the evidence of that showed across her features, her eyelids feeling heavy. "Lay with me?" Her gaze shifted to him, and although he was more of a blur, she did her best to focus on him.


    It didn't take her long to pass out, especially if he joined her, but it seemed that downstairs were getting hot and not in a good way. Angry shouting took over the usual banter. It was normal that this could occur, but this seemed a bit more extreme than any usual dispute. A minute after the shouting started, the door swung open, but no one stood outside of it, just the thundering of feet down the hallway. "Reapers!" A voice screamed out frantically. There were several shots before silence overtook the brothel, and then several deep voices began talking. They were looking for a woman, but their explanation of her looks was inaudible. Marigold woke up when the thundering steps of heavy footfalls began to echo down the hallway outside their door. She sat up startled, and was almost instantly sober. "We 'ave to go." She said quickly, grabbing his hand. The panic made her eyes dilate, and through their hand holding one could feel her shaking, the adrenaline pouring into her veins.

    From his position it was quite humorous watching her curl up the best she could under the thin blankets and she still had to shiver with how cold the whole room was. He supposed it wasn't really a problem for most of the men that stayed here since they were occupied with other things. He reached out and took the bottle of whiskey one last time and took a steady drink from the bottle. As it slid its way down it did help at least give him the sensation of warmth. He was just setting down the bottle when he had to stop for a second to look down at her and make sure he heard her right. He had to think it over for a moment wondering if it was a good idea. Then again he doubted she was going to part with any blankets if he went to the floor. There was no telling how cold the hard wood floor would be. The thought of laying on it was not one he really liked all that much. Slowly he inched himself down beside her pulling a small bit of the blankets away to cover himself with so he didn't freeze to death at least. Clyde had laid himself down close to Mari feeling the heat from the closeness of her body.


    Sleep came to him a lot quicker then he had thought he would. It took him longer to really hear what was going on, although he was normally a light sleeper, he was pretty content right where he was and probably wouldn't want to wake up any time soon. It was only when the yell about Reapers reached him and the gunshots followed that got him to sit up in bed mumbling and looking around. It was like someone had yelled 'Fox!' in a hen house, everything was in utter chaos. Looking over at Marigold his first instinct was to make sure she was alright. His blood ran cold as he squinted the darkness until found her eyes full of panic. "I'm with you." He whispered softly trying to keep his voice quiet and calm. Standing up quickly he luckily had fallen asleep in his boots so he didn't have to waste any time pulling them on. He waited for her to get to her feet before starting to tensely make his way to the door still holding her hand for dear life.


    (Thank you I'm feeling better now luckily)

    The chill that ran down her spine made her entire body quiver, the fear rising so high in her throat she found it hard to swallow or breathe. She clutched onto his hand like it was the only thing keeping her in reality, and quickly followed his lead as they headed to the door. She only had to pull her boots on, but had barely done so before she rushed to her feet. Gathering some courage, she stepped out into the hall, glassing both left and right. She couldn't make out their faces, but she could see the mens dark silhouettes. She said nothing as she pressed closer to Clyde, hoping they would leave them be as they began to walk past.


    One of the men however glanced their way and suddenly grabbed Clyde's arm. "You seen a woman with charcoal hair in these parts?" he asked, his accent was unnaturally sparse, like he wasn't much of a countryman. His eyes shifted to Marigold, and seemed to narrow. He was trying to see her face, but couldn't make out her features as the light that cast along the walls shadowed out her face due to her hat. His other buddy came walking up, stopping in front of Marigold who had nearly run into him. "Looks like we've got a cat and mouse," His accent was similar to the other man, they weren't from around here. They were attractive, but rather rough looking. Their hair was dark, cut short and they looked clean, despite their evident scars. The third man came up and looked more to be their 'leader' of sorts, his eyes dark and his face concealed under a white bandana that stuck out against the contrast of his black outfit. He looked between Clyde and Marigold, before he reached out and grabbed her by the jaw, tilting her head back. "For a wanted woman, you ain't good at hidin', darlin'." His own tone was still similar to the other two- they all seemed like brothers, their bodies, faces, and the way they moved rather alike.


    Marigold quickly clenched her jaw, and stared at the man. "Let go-" She didn't get much of a word out before a fist met with her gut, and she fell to her knees, the other two men grabbing Clyde. "Now, you know we can't just let ya wander away, Amanda." He said as he crouched down to one leg, watching her face which was contorted into pain. "I mean, you're our guest, ain't ya?" He laughed, the other two men quietly laughing between themselves too. "Come on now darlin', you're the main attraction." He hauled Marigold up by her arm, and cuffed her wrists before walking away. One of the men holding Clyde kneeing the back of his leg so he fell down to his knees. "Nighty night." He said, pulling his gun from his holster and with a swift movement, smacked the butt of the gun harshly into the side of Clyde's cranium.

    Feeling a grip of doubt as they stepped out into the hall he had the feeling that they weren't going to make it out of this. They had a long way to go to get back to their horses without being caught. Clutching her hand he cursed however when the man grabbed his arm, partly because they had been seen, and partly because he had grabbed his injured arm sending a sharp pain up his whole arm. "Hell!" He hissed sharply not giving any clear answer as he tried to pull his arm free of his grip. They were looking for Marigold and without much effort they'd found her. There wasn't much Clyde could do much to help because the second and then third guys showed up making sure they were out numbered. Being practically thrown back from Mari as the two guys got a hold of him he thrashed around with impressive might, maybe not enough to shake both the brothers, but at least enough to make them have to hold on pretty good to him. The only thing he was thinking was about helping Marigold. It wrenched his heart something fierce seeing her on the ground. Adrenline was helping block out the pain from the bullet wound on his arm, even as he fought to get free. No doubt it was gonna hurt later on though.


    Panic set in as Mari was hauled to her feet and it was pretty obvious that they were planning on making a quick exit with her. His hand slips to his belt grabbing the antler handle for dear life. He couldn't draw his gun out of holster so the knife was the best he could do. Grunting his legs suddenly buckled from a kick from behind and then gave way sending him to his knees. Not having a whole lot of time to think the outlaw was forced to act quick. Getting his arm free when one went to get the gun he took the knife and stabbed it square into one of the brother's legs. There wasn't any time left before the stock of the gun met square with his head and all at once the world went black. His hat was sent flying across the hall and his body slumped forwards with no fight left in him. The blow left a small bit of blood went running down the side of his face. There was no doubt he was going to be out cold for a while.

    (( hey sorry, I’ve been at work all day.


    I’m not sure I’ll be able to post for a few days, I might try and reply tomorrow or Friday. I’m a little shaken from losing control of my car and hitting the ditch, so I’m not really in the mindset for roleplaying. And to make matters worse, I slipped and fell at work, so I’ve hurt my wrist and my arm. Typing is mildly a struggle and I’m blessing autocorrect for its current capability to guess what I’m actually trying to say.


    Apologies that this is so last minute, but I’ll return as soon as possible.

    I do however understand if this makes you lose muse, and please don’t be afraid to let me know if that’s true.


    I hope you enjoy the next few days :) ))

    A curse was emitted from the man’s lips when he felt the knife lodge into his leg, causing the muscles to spasm and buckle. If it wasn’t for the wall being next to him and catching his weight, he would have hit the ground. He yanked the knife out, examining the vermillion liquid that stained its silver colour, before he dropped it onto the ground. He watched with mild satisfaction as his brother knocked him out, and soon they were on their way.


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    What would feel like hours later, Ryker was stood overtop of Clyde. The man had moved him to a surface off of the ground and he seemed rather frustrated that Clyde wasn’t waking up. “Ya bloody… wa’ the ‘ell up!” He barked loudly. Giving up for the moment, he stomped over to the side, glancing out the window and quickly shaking his head. The sun was getting lower in the sky and due to Clyde’s little beauty rest, they were losing precious daylight. Not to mention the longer he took to wake up, the further away those men would get with Marigold… he had to get him up and going- and soon.


    “Ai that woman…” he let out a sigh that took a lot of effort, the filling of his lungs expanding his chest before he pushed the air out in extreme exaggeration- just to prove how frustrated he actually was. “Don’ got ‘erself caught by th’m bastards…” he gave a shake of his head, before peering back at Clyde. The reapers had taken her for execution- even if they refused to give Ryker a reason. They only explained that a man of the law should damn well know why,if he were to put it in their words. He had a feeling they wouldn’t listen to reason, or why Marigold was out here. Yet, he wasn’t entirely sure where they were going, even if he had a hint of an idea. He grabbed his hat from the side and lifted the nearby bucket full of water. Walking over to where Clyde lay, he poured it onto him- making sure he wouldn’t drown of course. But he needed to get up, needed to almost an hour ago!

    Clyde had no idea how long he was out for. It felt like an eternity which couldn't be good, even though he was out cold he knew he needed to get himself awake. But, they hit the side of his head pretty good to be sure, so he spent a long time asleep floating from one vague hazing memory to another. Occasionally he grunt or move a little, but otherwise he was dead to the world. Well that was until a big crash of water came down over him. Letting out a gasp of air he sat up all once coughing as he tried to clear whatever water got in in mouth and noise. It took a couple seconds of coughing and general panic before he finally got his wits about it. When he realized Ryker was standing nearby with a bucket, and it looked like it was pretty late in the day. "How long was I out?" Clyde asked as he slowly rose himself up. Running a hand through his now soaking wet hair he wasn't sure he really wanted to know how long they had knocked him out for. Getting up to his feet finally he walked quickly out into the hall and grabbed his bloody knife and hat which now was lopsided from the blow it took earlier.


    Clyde was trying to pace himself although it was clear he already wanted to get gone. He didn't need to try and understand Ryker telling him this was urgent, he already knew it. There was no good that came when someone got drug off into the desert. "And where in the hell were you when those Reaper guys showed up?" He questioned suddenly his mouth and mind starting to catch up to speed now. It had been two to three. At least if Ryker had gotten up there they would have had even numbers. Shaking his head Clyde tried to put his hat on his head, but paused wincing at the pain of doing it. Shaking his head pulled down his hat anyways ignoring the fact he was wet at all. He needed a bath and some point anyways. Taking out his gun he checked the chamber and stuck in a couple more bullets before putting it back on his side. Clyde was moving pretty good for a guy who had been snoozing all day. Then again this probably the first or the last time he had been knocked out and had to make a quick getaway when he woke up. Slinging his bag over his shoulder he shook his head looking at the bloody knife. Next time he needed to be quicker to the draw then he had been. If he had been then maybe Marigold would still be safe. Now he was either going to go find those bastards to save her or go to get revenge if they couldn't get to her in time, no they had to get to her in time, there wasn't any other choice. In the span of about ten minutes he looked already ready to go trying to scrape the dried blood off the knife while he waited for the go ahead. The outlaw was used to making a quick get away and the way he was tense and kept looking out the window he wanted to make one right now.