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❛ apes in suits, ain't they? ❜ following jack's gaze and her comment with a sneer. what does it mean to them, really- the law? that you put a whole lotta lead in a man, a good man, a father, to have some metal put 'round your neck? or, you tear apart one family so yours and others' might sleep a little sounder at night? is this what they imagined when they was running 'round playing sheriff as kids? law is intellect without appetite; man, when perfected, is the best of all animals. but, when separated from law and justice, is the worst of all- man is so in love with greed, he has forgotten himself and found only appetites ❛ there's a sayin'... that you catch more flies with honey, not vinegar. ain't one i've followed all that much in ma time. i prefer the one 'bout there bein' more than one way to skin a polecat... ❜ revealing a satchelful of firecrackers and fireworks with a grin, before unslinging a bb gun from her shoulder, eyes agleam with mischief. ❛ you're gunna wanna steer clear o' heads an' chests with this. thing still packs one hell of a punch. but, balls an' backsides are fair game in ma eyes! i'll let you do the honors, honey- what's it t' be? ❜

" ain't like they'd give me the same mercy . "

❛ sure ya can- over ma cold, dead body! ❜ light-hearted levity dimming in an instant with a stern frown as she takes a firm hold of his wrist. 'cause she knows. lord, does she know. every nerve and muscle, each bone and sinew, everything in you, aching and burning, blood boiling, to hurt. to bite and tear at the brutal, vicious hand that's been dealt to you. but, she'll be damned if she's gonna see this boy put behind bars (or, beneath the ground). john didn't make it. abigail... abigail wouldn't, neither. well, she's gonna be holding on to what's left of her promise. its tattered tendrils. white knuckles and held breath 'til there's nothing left of her letting go to light more cigs for them (another futile distraction) with a sigh. ❛ you ain't wrong. these fools deserve a whole lot worse than a bullet- lead or otherwise. but, you ain't gon' be no use or a threat to nobody if yer six feet under, neck broken or fulla holes! that's sure as shit what's gonna happen if you start runnin' 'round, guns blazin'... can't let 'em win, jack. ❜

for a moment , it seems like he’s trying to figure out how to take his own pain and make it fit into some damnable plan of revenge .

❛ apes in suits, ain't they? ❜ following jack's gaze and her comment with a sneer. what does it mean to them, really- the law? that you put a whole lotta lead in a man, a good man, a father, to have some metal put 'round your neck? or, you tear apart one family so yours and others' might sleep a little sounder at night? is this what they imagined when they was running 'round playing sheriff as kids? law is intellect without appetite; man, when perfected, is the best of all animals. but, when separated from law and justice, is the worst of all- man is so in love with greed, he has forgotten himself and found only appetites ❛ there's a sayin'... that you catch more flies with honey, not vinegar. ain't one i've followed all that much in ma time. i prefer the one 'bout there bein' more than one way to skin a polecat... ❜ revealing a satchelful of firecrackers and fireworks with a grin, before unslinging a bb gun from her shoulder, eyes agleam with mischief. ❛ you're gunna wanna steer clear o' heads an' chests with this. thing still packs one hell of a punch. but, balls an' backsides are fair game in ma eyes! i'll let you do the honors, honey- what's it t' be? ❜

" ain't like they'd give me the same mercy . "

He raised an eyebrow, looking at Jack with a mix of curiosity and slight mockery.

" say somethin' smart , " jack says , cocking the hammer back with a click , " and i'll put a bullet between those little teeth of yours . "

Don’t know if this has been done before but I did this :D

he shook his head violently , long , unkempt hair falling into his face . '' leave me alone , granny ! '' he spat .

❛ well, look at you, little boy! playin' dress up in yer daddy's shoes! i'm quakin' in ma boots, all right. i seen more hair on a herring than you got on that lip o' yours! an' speakin' of lip... someone oughta wash that foul little mouth of yours out with soap an' a sponge- i got half a mind t' turn it black an' blue maself! old and grey as i am. don't tempt me any further, kid. you little shit... did your momma birth and raise you in a barrel?! ❜ with the state the kid's in, some bastard's sure to take advantage. but, the little bastard does seem scrappy enough. like he says- he can take care of his fuckin' self! she's more than glad to leave this fool kid to fend for his damn self. but... she's still trying to place him. 'cause, he's damn well the spitting image of a certain someone- another ghost from the never distant, ever present past, perhaps. the hair, the clothes, the gruffness and roughness... something, or someone, she can't quite put her finger on- just yet. if she didn't know better, if she didn't know the god-awful, ugly, gut-wrenching truth... she'd be wondering if marston himself wasn't riding again!

brown eyes , fierce and furious , locked onto sadie's , but beneath the fire , here was something else . something wounded . something desperate .