Outlaw King
@vanderking
Arriving at a small trading post to re-stock his supplies or more accurately a shack that looked like it should be condemned, Samuel led his mustang Diego to a nearby water trough to drink while he tied him up. Walking up the sun cracked wooden steps, each creaking loudly under the weight of his feet, he moved towards a wall of wanted posters, casting his eyes over each in turn. Truth be told, they were an ugly looking bunch; all black eyes and missing teeth in the main and none of them worth the effort of tracking down.
Taking one last look at Diego, to ensure he was adequately tied, Samuel quietly moved inside with his hand on his gun.
“Six twists of your best tobacco, half of that dried ham, two cans of beans, one pack of sowbelly, three cups of ground coffee and that bottle of tangle-leg.”
Counting out his money, what he was willing to pay, not what he had been asked to pay, he flashed the store owner a steely look, one that suggested it would do him well to take what he had been paid rather than attempt to barter. Reading his expression right, the trader accepted his coin before pushing the items towards him.
“Throw in two of those cigars ‘n’ some papers.” Samuel added, testing his luck.
“You travel far son?”
Sensing the owner trying to strike up a conversation, one that would be no likely be heard by other eager ears, Samuel remained tight lipped, stretching out his hand with a quiet insistence until it was filled.
“No.” He finally replied gruffly, ignoring the other patrons as he quickly shoved the cigars in his pack before heading straight back outside to roll himself a quirly.
Taking a long swig from his canteen, he lit his cigarette, the flickering flame reflecting in his eyes as he looked up to regard an approaching rider, one whose identity could never be mistaken - Dutch was notorious round these parts and Samuel knew better than to entertain the notion of bounties he suspected existed on Dutch’s head in territories much further afield, bounties that most probably paid a very pretty penny indeed. No, this was a man better kept as a friend than an enemy.
“Dutch.” He smiled knowingly, tipping his hat. “You been behavin’ yourself?”
