#reeksofmiracles

John had been standing with Old Boy for a good ten minutes trying to tighten the front cinch of the saddle around the horse’s belly. Usually it wasn’t much of a problem, but now Old Boy had decided to suck in air and blowing himself up to make it difficult to secure the saddle.

“What?” he glanced over his shoulder when Arthur came over. The big, old house at Shady Bell comfortably quiet in the night behind them, “I dunno,” he shrugged and turned back to Old Boy. “Stop sucking in air,” he scolded the cheeky creature. Giving up for now to rest his arm acoss the animal’s back to look at Arthur again, “Why you ask?”

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It amused him to see the antics of the horse. It was pretty damn annoying when it happened to him, but to see John struggle a bit made him feel kind҉a go̧oḑ. The thought was odd as alwats and he pushed into the back of his mind, turning his attention to the animal. He pet the beautiful creature on the forehead and admired it. Good boy.. he mentally mused wanting to say it loud but it was embarrassing enough to carry conversations with his own horse all the time. Couldn’t start with John’s too. Atleast not when he was right there. 

Arthur went to say something, but John did have a point it was better he wasn’t followed, so instead he just huffed and pulled his reigns to get his horse to turn as the other finally joined him. “Time? Ya think we’d still be here if we didn’t? Though ya are cutting it close.”

“The loot from the train!! They ran off with it!”

He staggered up from the muddy ground, all bloody and bruised too. “Never mind that tho.. let´s just..go back to camp...and..keep this between you n’ I.” Arthur got up on his horse, all covered in mud and blood, looking just as bad as Johnny boah.

g/od of war sentence starters                  ↪ @reeksofmiracles // accepting.

  A LIGHT CHUCKLE ESCAPED HER ATTHE WORDS.   bonnie was one to take credit where credit was due,and she'd made it pretty clear what they did for him upon him firstwaking up in that little shack on the property. $15 dollars poorerbut one life richer, she guessed. if he proved to be worth theeffort, after all. though, he hadn't set too much of a badimpression too far, if she said so herself. thoughts aside, shecouldn't help raising her eyebrows at him she closed the door to thehouse behind her, standing on the porch as she was greeted by theafternoon heat.

“Hey!!” Arthur backed away from the glass explosion. “What the heck are you doing you idiot? Crushing bottles in the wall? Why don’t you use a tree or somethin?”

He shook his head and made his way past, giving John a judging look.

“Going into town. For drinks. Maybe a meal.” Seeing as how John was absolutely drunk off his mind he figured it’d be a bad idea to bring him with, even though that would probably be more fun than to go alone but..Abilgail would be mad..as usual.