#vengare

Chris should have known that the man would be a little bit of trouble. There was something about him when he had first seen him that sent alarm bells in his head. He knew a gunslinger when he saw one. Only reason it hadn’t been much of a problem before hand was because honestly Red saved his life. Dragged his sorry ass back to his place after he had been shot. Still Chris could see it in the way he held himself. He used to be good with a gun. Hadn’t really seen him with one. Not even when he came around to start selling his goods. What he grew. Farmer. Seemed like a good one to settle down to.

Still this time around Chris had something to discuss with him. Something he wasn’t sure if he could let slide. Not really something he was going to blame him for. He couldn’t judge him for having enemies from his past roll in. Chris had made his fair share. Been something of a terror when Sarah and Adam had died. So he made more than his fair share of enemies. Some of which were going to show up here. He shouldn’t have taken the job he had. Because really it was going to cause this place more trouble than anything else.

Still figured he might as well give Red the heads up that someone was looking for him. At least asking around for him. Was what they would have done if someone came looking for one of them. Sighing to himself still questioning why he was still here before making his way to where Red would be selling his latest harvest. Seemed like it had been a good season for him.

“Hey Red.” He called once he was close enough to the man that he’d hear him without Chris having to yell. “You got a minute?” Chris was mostly recovered from the bullet he had been found with. Nathan had wanted him to keep in the clinic for another day or two. But Chris knew he probably had to annoy the hell out of the town healer.

Chris burned the letter and the picture. God to think he thought he could get that life back. Another ranch, a wife, kids. Shit he didn’t think Ella would have gone that far. It had been years since he had seen her. Left her just before he started riding with Buck. Thought she had forgotten all about him. Clearly, he had thought wrong. It hadn’t been all that long after the anniversary of their deaths. That day was the worst. Birthdays weren’t the best, but the day they died? Chris drank himself stupid. He had to. Only thing that seemed to keep the thoughts back. Well no that’s wrong. Only thing that seemed to numb him out enough for him not to give a shit. At least until Buck showed up to knock some sense into him. Chris remembered how his jaw felt the next day. Wasn’t sure which one was worse. The headache or his jaw.

It had been a good while before they had managed to hear any new about Ella Grains. Chris was worried she was gone. That he’d never find her not before she found him. Shit. Last time she almost killed the guys. Hell, one of her’s nearly killed him. He spent too long having to recover from that fucking shot. He needed to move but Nathan wouldn’t let him. Hell wasn’t like he could actually do much. That shot had taken a lot of strength out of him.

That letter had disgusted him sent a fucking chill through him. She signed it with his name after what she had done to his family. He had fallen for it. If Vin hadn’t found out that bit about the mine Chris might have never seen reason to open that door. Might still be there. The thought of that nearly made him sick.

Now, now they knew where to start looking. Could get some information about where she and whoever she hired on were staying. Chris didn’t know if this was going to be some kind of trap. Had wanted to go check it out alone. The others weren’t having any of it. He managed to talk a few into staying in town. Vin and Buck at least weren’t going to be having any of that.

Chris had been loading up a couple guns getting ready to move out when he heard someone coming. He had been in the jail while he was loading up. The others were somewhere. Probably one of them showing up to tell them they were ready to go. “I’m just about down.” He said before looked up. Wasn’t expecting to see him standing there.

@vengare​ Because I was left unsupervised. 

Someone had come in with some rather familiar looking goods, in a cart he knew as well. He had stopped dead in his tracks when he saw it. Something that seemed to worry Buck. Cause he noticed the way the other man was staring at said cart. Buck was starting to think he might need to have a talk with both men. He was sure there was something that at least Chris hadn’t really put together just yet. Still right now he just had a few other things to be worried about. Like Chris going off on someone who really might not have earned it.

Seeing that his old friend had turned around and headed for said cart he seemed to relax when he didn’t see any sign that Chris was going to actually start anything. Which some days could go either way. Depending on the mood he was in. Seemed he was relaxed enough today that it wasn’t going to be anything too serious.

Chris hadn’t thought much as to why he had been worried when he saw that someone else had rode in with Red’s stuff. Hell there could be any number of reasons. But he knew that the other man liked coming into town every once in a while. Help out with a few things. Keep himself busy. Lord knows people needed something to do.

So when he saw that Red hadn’t been the one to pull in there were a few questions that Chris had. Namely what kind of trouble was he in now? Because really every time he went out that way one of them was in some kind of trouble.

He knew Buck was watching him, he had handled a few situations poorly in the past which was why he couldn’t blame the bigger man for being on guard. But he’d been rather calm when he asked about was going on. Apparently, Red had asked the young man to take this cart into town for him. Sell what he could. Said that he seemed to be in pretty rough shape to. Which of course had Chris heading over to the livery to grab his horse.

Knowing that there was probably going to be some kind of trouble just knowing the two men Buck managed to convince Ezra, since he had plans with one of the woman who had recently moved here, to go along with him. Have someone to watch his back.

Chris hadn’t bothered saying anything to Ezra when he saw that he was getting himself ready to come with him but sent a glare towards Buck on the way out letting him know how he felt about the situation.

Chris noticed the pause and was starting to think that maybe he should just deal with his own ruined shirt. He had gotten himself into a bit of a brawl. No real weapons had been used this time around. He was still sore, and his shirt had been destroyed during it. He had come here because town was too far away. He knew he looked to be one hell of a mess. Though he was starting to think that Red might have gotten used to that by now.

He finally said that it was ok that Chris was wearing his shirt. However, Chris was wondering if it might actually be something of a problem.

He was acting a little weird about the fact that he had taken the shirt. Still seemed to be staring at him a little. Should he just go head and finish buttoning the damn things?

“Been awake for a little while. Not as long as you clearly were.” Since he seemed to have already started his chores. Chris wasn’t someone usually slept in too late. Hell this might have been considered sleeping in. Which really Chris had a rather eventful night so yeah he might have had a reason to being tired.

@vengare

How long had it been since he started looking for his damn shirt. He needed to start bringing a change of clothes apparently. Usually he didn’t have this issue. Still he was starting to get a little pissed off when it was taking so damn long. It had to be nearly ten minutes, not a word to the other man in the house or near it anyway. Lived on a farm could have easily been out tending to his crops while Chris tried not to start making a mess in his place. Finally he spotted the damn thing. Well what was left of it. Staring at the ruined shirt for a moment before grumbling letting it fall back to the floor. No way in hell he could wear that thing back to town. Well that meant he was going to have to borrow one. He was sure Red wouldn’t mind him using one of his shirts.

The other man seemed to have more colors in his wardrobe than Chis would have. Still he just grabbed the first one he could find. He felt amused that the shirt seemed to be a bright red button up. Least it was something in the style he tended to wear. Slipping it over his shoulder he was in the process of buttoning it up when he heard one of the doors open.

Turning around to see Vasquez standing in the door seeming to give him an odd look before looking back at the shirt he had half buttoned. It fit alright. Chris was maybe an inch taller but Vasque had a little more muscle to him but Chris didn’t think it was going to be that big of an issue.

Another eight fucking days. He didn’t know what he had done this time around to piss him off. Maybe he just didn’t like him. Seemed to be the current mood of the man. Didn’t like that he was threatening him and that he kept bucking back at him. So he decided to give him a reason to put him back into this fucking hole. The guard, he couldn’t remember his name, he seemed like a good man. Just in a bad place. They really better hoped that he died before he got out. He meant what he said about taking them both down.

Two god damn weeks. Where the hell were the guys? He knew he said he was going to be gone for a few days. Needed a bit of a break from the town but when had he ever been gone this long? They had a job to do after all.

Chris looked up when he realized that someone was there. He could feel a crazed smirk from on his face as he lunged for him. The damn bars of course got in the way having him move back into a corner. When he said he better pray he didn’t get out wasn’t an empty threat. Chris meant what he said about taking him and the sheriff down. That man in the infirmary? He needed help. The man here was ready to send him out to his death.

It took Chris a while to realize that the warden had something in hand. At least until he was dumping whatever was in it into the hole with him. The sound of that rattle told him all he needed to know. A fucking rattler! Hell no. This was not how Chris was letting himself die. Not while this prick still breathed.

Pressed against the dirt watching the creature move jumping away when it charged at him avoiding getting hit.

He could hear him speaking the whole time. Taunting him about this shit. Chris just decided fuck he needed to go for it. Had to do something. Reaching down he managed to grab the damn thing jumping to move towards the bars again, cursing under his breath when he felt something sharp slice into his other arm having an idea what just happened there before latching the snake onto the man’s neck. Seeing him fall Chris took a step back looking towards what had been his free arm.

“Aw fuck.” He managed stumbling back towards the wall. Trying to think of something that worked with dealing with a snake bite. He needed to get that key too.

“About fuckin time.” He muttered to himself as he went to try to get a hold of the key. He wouldn’t have long before this started to be a problem. He was already starting to feel a little off and it was only going to keep getting worse. Still one hand held onto the bars as he tried to reach for the keys.

The key was just a little out of reach and the numbness was already starting to kick in. Making grabbing for the keys even more difficult than it already was.