#thisviolentend

           Leaning against one of the posts on the Mariposa Saloon’s porch, Alice watched the crowds mill by with a fan in one hand and the other resting on the curve of her hip.  As the desert heat seeped in, she fanned herself intermittently, offering a brief moment of reprieve.  Alice appeared relaxed, but her blue eyes were never still, always reaching for the faces of the newcomers any time the train pulled in.

           During her search, she stopped short on the sight of a blond girl - a familiar face in Sweetwater - the rancher’s daughter.  Alice frowned, watching her as she stilled.  “Unless you’ve got some interest in being a paying customer at the saloon, you might want to keep walking.”  

♬ Meme  // (Accepting)Starboy - The Weekend

              “Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon.”

               William smiled as they rode, far into the lands where no one supposedly came back from. Her arms were around his waist and the reins to their single horse sat comfortable in his curled fists.

               “That job meant a lot. Meant I could take care of my mom. I did take care of her. I do... but Logan and-” That was likely all gone now. He couldn’t go back to that. Not anymore. No more pretending. His mother never wanted him to pretend, but she didn’t get it either. Not really. One hand moved from the reins to side over one of Dolores’s. “Never mind.”

      ‘ easy, now. didn’t hurt me that bad. ’ 

the guest who’d attacked him ( and promptly gave up and ran after he missed, as if teddy could ever do him any real harm ) was a terrible shot. the bullet had only grazed him, and the wound doesn’t seem to be bleeding that much. teddy has to admit though, he likes being fretted over, just a little. at least by her.