marshal tom davies: she met him when she was younger and relatively new to the field. taught her some things. became reliable and trustworthy in his eyes when it came to seeking high value targets.

james langton: a rival. she hates him. but he does have good intel. wouldn't go to him unless she was desperate and he mocks her for it.

samson finch: one of her more requested frenemy. they both share the same goal in disrupting cornwall's plans. when it suits them.

lee: they both knew each other for awhile since they are both affiliated with ike skelding's boys. information and supplies. she pays.

ike skelding: canon divergence / headcanon based. also a friend and fellow bounty hunter. despite being 'dead', he still becomes the de facto 'face' of sokanon's gang.

lyndon monroe: captain under command of colonel favours. an insider and sympathizer.

etta doyle: soka captured her once. struck a deal and later would divert bounty hunters off doyle's gang since etta keeps disrupting cornwall's shipments.

'woman with no name': soka knows her name but won't tell anyone. ( it's calliope ) they worked a few bounties together before.

i can give you some insight. i can show you what your guts look like.

before i act selflessly, allow me to act selfishly.

if you think i’m gonna lower myself to make a joke about being all tied up, you’ve got another thing coming.

this man is a fucking charlatan. 

for a man of the people, you sure ain’t very popular.

i wont pretend to understand you, but i will make you endeavor to understand me. 

a bunko, a graverobber, and a drunk. how could things possibly go wrong?

he’s already gone off to (place). you’ll never find him down there.

oh, it’s true. they love me down there. 

i’m not sure your idea of paradise and mine are quite the same, (name).

i know we ain’t exactly old pals, but, y’know, have i ever done you wrong? 

i’m a traveling man, sir. this land is much too small for the likes of me. 

they say god invented whiskey to stop the irish from taking over the world.

i was real drunk last time i was here, (name).

he was a real nice chap. or maybe he was a real bastard? 

oh, let me guess. you gotta be on your way. 

the famed hospitality isn’t what it once was, and i’ve never been known to overstay my welcome.

you’re an angry and a fuck-ugly man, but not a bad one.

i’m many things, most of them bad, but a man of political principles? no.

well, you won’t make it in the circus, but you can shoot. 

it means a little. you were famous when i was a boy.

killing men is a strange kind of fame.

i was the fastest in my time. 

sure. somewhere between the threatening stare and the soldiers armed to the teeth, yeah, you had me. 

my country is in pain. terrible pain.

sometimes, in the service of what is right, you’ve got to do terrible things.

my men are trying to lure him into a trap. 

(name) is a good man, a strong man. 

you talk bad about other people because it makes you feel better about yourselves. maybe you should look in the mirror. 

we are poor. kindness must take a different form.

they’re part of a past i can’t seem to get rid of.

the past is all that’s real, my friend. it cannot be erased. 

i know i can’t change the past, but i’m sure gonna do something about the future. 

(place) is an easy place for a man to lose himself, whether he wants to get lost or not. 

i’m not getting paid. it’s a long story. i’m being made to do this. 

if you help us, we help you. 

no one hides from (name) for long.

don’t the people have the right to stand up for themselves? 

for a tired old revolutionist, you are very naive. 

he’s a traitor, a liar, a coward and a sinner. 

when a mans family is involved, you need a little more enthusiasm than apologies.

those who sit on the fence make their own choice, in their own way. 

man living in the past, who ran away from home. what choice did you make?

funny how everyone seems to know my business, but nothing about the men i’m looking for.

you rest. don’t worry about me. i’m too old for sleep.

you’re the hero around here, not me.

if they lay a finger on her, i swear i’ll feed those bastards their balls.

here we are. looks kinda sleepy, don’t it?

we all have problems. we must solve them together, or die alone.

and one day, one day soon, (name) will know justice.

in our hearts, we are all free. let us make it so.

you can take it off my dead body!

it’ll mean that war is brutal, and unnecessary, and good people die. that is all it will mean.

while there are guns, and money, there won’t be any freedom, (name).

i have my own family to worry about. 

good actions make you a good man. 

i will help you, out of respect for your loss.

(name) betrayed me, and i saw him do bad things. things that disgust even me. 

but me, you, him .. we’re all shooting people. don’t really seem like we’re very different. 

you americans forget too quickly, that is the problem. 

i once believed it was possible to make a difference. that, if we spilled enough blood, we could change the way people think.

i feel terrible, but it isn’t safe for them here anymore. 

i will stay and fight. i’m ready to die, if necessary. 

we tried to protect him, give him a gentler childhood than what we had. guess i failed at that.

i ain’t been much of a father. we tried to hide the bad from him growing up, but he saw things he shouldn’t. 

old friends make the worst enemies.

we was friends once, a long time ago. not anymore.

very little is beneath a man such as me.

if i find out you’re lying to me, (name), you’ll really find out the man i used to be.

i wasn’t gonna give him a second chance to kill me. 

not particularly. he was hardly worth the bullet. 

(name) would die fighting for what he believed in. he had a lot of passion, but no love. 

it was like the one thing he ever believed in turned out to be a fraud. 

it ain’t exactly fondness. we was close once, but he never cared for me, or anyone else. 

i’m a semi-literate farmer and a hired killer. i’m hardly in the power game. 

you have an interesting way of serving the people. kind of like a national gigolo. 

one way or another, this might be the end. 

i don’t care who a man is, what he does, or where he’s from. he treats me right, and i’ll do the same. 

the poor are many, and together, we are strong. 

it’s hard for me, too. but i’ve pulled this trigger too many times, now. i’m getting tired.

a famous outlaw come to die in the sunshine. 

(name) woulda killed you by now. she always thought you were a creep.

you wanna settle this now, friend? or do you want me to shoot you in the head right now for that poor girl?

if you win power, remember why you wanted it. 

no, sir. i want you to shoot him for me.

your wife and son are doing well. lets both try to ensure things stay that way.

i can’t imagine i’d ever say anything quite so trite.

i’m sure all the men you murdered wanted their families, too. 

we both know how this has to be, and it could all be over today. 

it ends when we say it ends, you’re in no position to make demands. 

you can’t erase your past, (name), but we can.

a bit of a cliche, admittedly, but still a dying breed. like a buffalo. still just as dumb, but not quite as noble. 

oh, i think he knows whats at stake. don’t you, (name)?

you’ll make me blush with all these kind words. 

i can walk faster than this piece of crap. give me a horse any day. 

it’s a fairly simple agreement, even for a man as devoid of intellect as yourself.

how does it feel? taking a mans wife and child from him? does it make you feel good? 

how does it feel to kill hundreds of men in cold blood? 

i’ll put a bullet in him, don’t you worry. won’t like myself for doing it, but i’ll do it.

i know, it’s hard. you like (name). he’s charismatic. 

i don’t rightly know. but it felt good saying it. 

i think we need to get him before sundown. 

well, before i shoot you myself, let me just point out the obvious. 

the one person we have left who can appeal to (name) is the last person we have who knows him.

we can’t always fight nature, (name). we can’t fight change. we can’t fight gravity. we can’t fight nothin’. 

my whole life, all i ever did was fight. 

when i’m gone, they’ll just find another monster.

our time has passed, (name).

so at the end, you didn’t have the guts to shoot him? 

oh, trust me. it looks better in the report that way. 

they’re quite safe and sound. 

i know this wasn’t easy for you, but, i have to say, you’ve done your country proud.

come on, (name), lets go find somebody else we can annoy. 

i wasn’t so ladylike, and he didn’t try it again. nor no one else.

that’s a nice way to greet somebody. why donts i get a warm and tender embrace?

hold your excuses until you figure out which one to use.

he saw things no boy should see. 

your back’s tense, and it’s making the rifle jump. 

you always was a hard and nasty man, (name).

i’ll give you a bad case of ‘someone just shot me in the head’ if you don’t hurry up.

this is my son. anything that happens to him, you’ll wish it was you that was attacked.

don’t be too eager to grow up, son. ain’t as much fun as it looks.

is there anything you don’t like shooting?

Darkness everlasting ellipses between pending crescent lids on the brink of parting of eyes nearly rolling back into his skull, fragmented images blur in tandem of waves of pain coursing through a body nearly crushed for what felt like hours since wading in a mind unconscious. He had had worse falls, yet the sheer force in combination with the bullet hole now occupying his upper left shoulder only deepening the hurt that felt so resolute in keeping him pinned to mud and gravel that cradled him.

Involuntarily he gasps for air, rasping for coolness of breeze seemingly evaded his lungs until hes forcing in breaths that had been knocked out of him so thoroughly he had simply felt as if he hadn't breathed at all. Fighting between consciousness and a spinning world, John pushes through ache with hands pressing behind his back to a sitting position propped up on their efforts of staying upright.

Realization becoming awareness in light of eyes blinking away fatigue as anxiety recalls the nature of his current state. the train speeding away as hes left for dead by men who had called him brother not more than a week ago. If family meant being abandoned over and over again, he'd be sure to return the favor after getting his family out of beaver hollow and away from Dutch for good.

She stood a torrent, eyes matching his dark gaze that had leveled to rival hers in their furrowing judgement of his place on the ground below, somewhere amidst sitting stop a horse several paces at his flank looking down her nose and expression half shaded against willows that overcast them both. However long she had been there, he hadn't the time nor energy to scrap against another person considering she had more than enough of an upper hand, and he reduced to carrion on the side of an embankment.

alas, it was of no surprise to her that the youngest is in the dirt.

wahiwa spotted him first. a flick of her ears, a loud nick which drew her attention to the edge. she knew following the train and shooting and the smoke billowing like giants along the path the bounty hunter would find something, no, someone.

leaning against the pommel, sweat streaked and less inclined to be in a funny mood, her brows furrow. she observes the injury to his shoulder and lips thin. the woman slips from the saddle, retrieves a cloth and a bottle of antiseptic ( though questionable in colour. )

Red Dress Day

National Day of remembrance and activism honouring the lives of Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women, Girls, and Two-Spirited People (MMIWG2S+).

Indigenous women, girls and 2 Spirited people face a human rights crisis in Canada, the violence that they face amounts to genocide called by the MMIWG Report. It is not just a crisis – it is a national shame. Canada has built systems that disappear Indigenous women from the Indian Act to modern policing. These broken structures are doing what they were designee to do: erase Indigenous presence, silence Indigenous voices, and sever Indigenous futures. (Amnesty International)