folks say i'm snake mean

          ❝ Hello, Hoby. ❞     Given up on whores?  What     was that supposed to mean?     The kid somehow seemed to     think his distaste for women     made him superior.  Fargo     found it amusing, this little     crush Hoby had on him.  But     it could get him into a lot of     trouble.  People would wonder     why Fargo hadn’t gunned him     down already.             In truth, Fargo wasn’t sure why.             Hoby had said something about             a game.  Skye wasn’t sure             exactly what the game was, just             that it didn’t stop until one of them             was dead.         ❝ I see you still haven’t hit puberty. ❞

  Hoby's face went blank.   He wasn't familiar with   the term.

   ❝ Skye, you know I'm not educated. ❞

            It wasn't fair, really.  How             could Hoby play when he             didn't understand?

                 ❝ You have some nerve,                                      showing up here.❞     Distracted from the beautiful blonde woman           on his arm by someone                                            younger,                                          more beautiful,                                                   even blonder.                  ❝ Or is Denver not one of the                                                 five states you’re wanted in? ❞

               ❝ It's the state I'm most wanted in.❞     No, it isn't.  That's Texas.     Wyoming a close runner     up.  Hoby forgets if he's     on Denver's radar, but     he's spent a lot of time     there.                 Hoby finds that he's pleased               to see Fargo.  Maybe Fargo               would kill him tonight.  The               thought made Hoby all tingly               inside.

"Now you’re a masochist on top of a psychopath?"  Right, the kid wouldn’t understand any of that.  "You’re standing there bleeding to death and you’re thinking about how it really gets your rocks off?"  Somehow this didn’t surprise Fargo in the slightest.

"Weren’t you too dead to appreciate it?" Fargo asked.  Sure there had been a lot of foreplay, but the end bit -the brain splattering- had been the poetic part.  At least it had, in theory.  In reality, it was more like Hoby one second, carcass the next.  It hade felt… unsatisfactory.  Anti-climatic.

"Just dandy, huh?  Until I killed you."  Was Hoby mad about that?  If he was, he didn’t let on.  And Hoby wasn’t much for hiding his feelings.  Fargo figured being alive was good enough for the kid.  "Nothing’s really changed for you though, has it?  You were always a wanted man." "If you buy a brand new bottle it’s not a problem."

" I think you might need some help.. "

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe it’s not a good thing everyone knows your name?" Fargo asked.  It was reckless if you asked him.  Even a good reputation like his own came with problems.  But every lawman West of the Mississippi was after Hoby.  At fifteen that left him a lot of time left to be caught.  Assuming his way of life didn’t kill him first.  Fargo didn’t like the idea of Canada either, or staying in one spot.  But he had scarcely been on this side of the law and it made him damn uncomfortable.  And it wasn’t like last time.  He couldn’t clear his name of this one.  "They’ve got good whiskey in Canada."  At least that was true.

Fargo grabbed Hoby’s hand. “I’m not going to hurt you, Hoby.  It was a joke.  I was trying to be… sexy.”  Of course it was a horrible idea when the kid took everything literally.  ”I love you, Hoby Cotton.  Remember?”  He hadn’t been thinking.  The kid had hideouts everywhere.  Hoby was experienced at being on the run and Fargo was just a beginner.  ”Do they know you in Montana?”  Maybe they could blend in.  Blend in and do what?  No, it was better to get farther.  ”What about Manitoba?”

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*pats ur pretty face* tell me what kinda character you want to portray and i can try and help? ; o ;

❝ And those things would be? ❞

❝ I'm not good at telling.      I'm better at showing. ❞

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