“Forgive? Sounds Good. Forget? I’m Not Sure I Could.”
1865, Kearney, MO
“Sure, I fought in the war.” Jesse took a puff from his cigar, looking over at the Yankee that had been sitting next to him.
The Yankee looked the man over, his eyes landing on a piece attached to the mystery man’s hip. “Grey back?” He asked, hatred in his eyes.
They Grey Backs always had their Griswold’s on their hip. You could spot one from a mile away, carrying that piece. “Yes sir.” Smirked Jesse, putting his cigar out on the bottom of his boot.
The Yankee looked back to the man he now knew as an enemy, a shit-eating grin making it’s way to his lips. “We kicked your asses, even had you running in the battle of High Bridge.”
It was Jesse’s turn for the shit eating grin to make it’s way to his own lips. “The reason why we were running was because I blew that bridge to just sticks with half a keg of dynamite.”
Jesse’s hand slid down to his Griswold, pointing it at the Yankee and pulling back the hammer. Before the Yankee had a chance to respond, Jesse had pulled the trigger. Everyone in the saloon grew quiet, Jesse only stood, finished his shot of brandy and left.
This man was definitely not one to mess with.
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Looking for a female to roleplay with. Preferably realism.
-No one liners
-Realism
-Females only unless there is a group rp
-Look it up if you’re confused on something before you write it
-I don’t expect you to know American history, try your best.
-Romance and sexual roleplays allowed.
-Triggers
