From the moment she entered the saloon and laid eyes on him, picking at his nails with a knife, he had her interest. There was a strong aura that surrounded him, drawing her in like a moth to a flame unlike the rest of the patrons. She had ordered herself a whiskey and joined him, despite not being invited and was glad she had, listening to him speak nonchalantly. Her lips pulled back, giving him a rather toothy grin.

          “My, my. You had my curiosity before but now you have my attention. I do love hearin’ a good story and tellin’em too. I can only imagine what type of stories you may have. Ya certainly look like a travelin’ man,” she looked him over, noting his attire. If she had to guess a bounty hunter or something along those lines. It should have made her uneasy, considering her face was obscurely printed on a handful of wanted posters but it didn’t. Surely she was far enough East to go unrecognized and had kept her nose fairly clean all things considering. 

fictitioussouls asked: 💕- your muse cares for mine while ill 

On top of being just downright awful, it was also embarrassing for the cowboy to be succumbing to his sickness. There was a reason he was so picky about what he ate, and meat was always at the top of the list. It had to be cooked bone dry or else he would end up in his current predicament; having to purge his stomach of its contents.

His back went rigid at feeling a hand rest there, his head immediately turning to see Dani standing over him. Soothing circles relaxed his tense muscles, and he spit once to clean his mouth before sitting back on his legs with a sigh. “Don’t tell me yer gonna hold m’hair too.” 

“I can if you need me too,” Dani responds, trying her hardest to keep her grin off her face, but failing as one slips through despite her effort. “I think I have an extra hair tie in my bag. Your hair should be long enough to tie back...” As she teases, she reaches her free hand over to take a handful of his hair, how she would if she were to try to pull it up, as if to prove her point. 

     Riding against the snow kept getting tougher and tougher with each ride further into the mountains. Sean was quickly regretting the tip he got from the man in the saloon, talking about some guy who was a bastard, that he had some gold that was worth stealing. He wished he got better clothes so he wouldn’t be so cold. He just had another jacket over his normal one. The jacket was heavy, but he was still freezing.

     It caught Dutch’s attention quickly and earned Sean a pat on the back -- not like it mattered, he didn’t need praise from the boss, but it sure was nice than the opposite. Maybe it would show Hosea and the others that he wasn’t useless, addicted to having a drink in his hand.

     He released one of his hands from holding the reins, holding up to slightly above his eyes, shielding himself from the cold the best he could.

Dark strands of ink color fall into her hazel eyes like a veil as Nisha bobs helplessly up and down on the back of her captor’s horse with slender arms and legs bound tightly behind her back. How in the world this feller managed to not only track but capture one half of the most notorious horse bandits in West Elizabeth was beyond her. 

Perhaps it was merely a bout of bad luck or even a bad apple in the bunch who had sold Nisha and her twin brother Aamir out. After all, a few of their associates were known to have loose lips after a few shots of whiskey were in them. Considering her brother had escaped scott free, she suspects it is more of the former rather than the latter. Either way, the dark haired beauty had no fears that she would soon be swinging in the gallows. The stranger was not the first man ballsy enough to come collect on her bounty, likely seeing her as the weaker of the twins since she was a woman.

FOOLS.

“So,” She hums, jerking her arms in a feeble attempt to free them from the rope binding her. “What’s it take a convince a man like you to let a pretty little thing like me go?”

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That noise could be heard miles away. Same old sound of gunpowder igniting in a brass cartridge. This old small settlement’s certainly seen worse, being in the heart of the desert wastes, prime territory for all sorts of gun toting lunatics and rogues with no sense of conscience

Though what set him off wasn’t what just happened. It was where.

Right outside his fuckin’ door.

Great...

Carefully, he went out the back of his old shack, trailing around to the front just out of view with his revolver prepared. He traveled against the wind blowing in a fierce storm of dust, as he tread broadly towards the target of interest.

 A few paces more, and he stopped. It was another drifter character, not too unlike him. Though he’s wary of these types, he ain’t gonna shoot first and ask later, he wants to know right goddamn now.

fictitioussouls asked: 💯 - our muses wake up together after a one night stand

Though it came as no surprise to the cowboy how much of a light sleeper he was, he was surprised by how refreshed he felt upon waking up so early. Amber eyes blinked away the fuzziness that clouded his vision, and after looking to his side he realized why he felt so good. A certain blonde he had been running into now laid beside him, both of them rid of their clothes as he could spot it all lying around the room.

Warren moved to hold himself above Jax, his hands resting beside his head as he looked over the marks scattered across the skin of his neck and shoulders. As he smirked at his handiwork, he could feel the ones that decorated his own skin. Leaning down, he nipped lightly along the other’s jaw to stir him awake. “Rise ‘nd shine, troublemaker…” 

Jax had been drifting in and out of conscious for the last hour, the warmth of a body in the bed next to him not stirring enough unease to even bother to open his eyes. He had begun to doze off deeper into sleep when he feels the body moving next to him, followed soon enough by the feel of nipping against his jaw.