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Fern looked shaken at Asa's outburst, but continued to stand his ground. "Now, I understand you're up in arms 'bout this whole mess, but if y'all were in my situation, y'all would've done the same." He held Oscar's stare, unflinching. "Let's not cast judgement here. You were just 'bout ready...

"Fern?" Oscar's voice came out as more of a gasp as he scrambled atop the other man's chest, straddling him thoroughly, pinning him under his weight to ensure that he could not attempt an escape. He pointed the gun directly at the man's face, the muzzle bare inches away from his unshaved cheeks...

"I dunno, but it sure would make people go after her wanting to know what happened to us, don't you think?" No matter what, Oscar didn't think Anne deserved something like that. No need to drag some innocent girl into their messy outlaw business, after all. He mumbled a muffled "goodnight" to...

"Me? Proper sewing? You're joking." Oscar says, a smile quirking his lips. "You should find someone who's actually good at it to teach ya, not some guy who can barely sew a straight line." He considered Asa's next few statements carefully, nodding and humming along occasionally to the...

"No to telling Fern an' co. anything," Oscar said almost immediately. "I don't see no way we could tell 'im that wouldn't make 'im suspicious of us." Especially since the two of them had just started settling into the community quite comfortably - the types of conclusion to draw about their...

"It did," Oscar said, eyes glazing over slightly, fleeting memories of Morrissey and the past flashing past, lost in remembrance for a split second. "It kept me anchored. When we lost it back there I thought I'd never have a chance to read it again, but now..." He closed his eyes, leaning into...

"You're right," Oscar said, his sight flickering towards the direction of the mountain pass they'd come from for a brief second. They hadn't talked about it much in the time they'd been in Strawberry, but the longer they stayed, the more they'd be putting themselves in unnecessary danger...

They arrived back at the stables by the time night fell. Fern was out at the front of the stables as they walked in, and he nodded a brief acknowledgement at their arrival, informing them that there wasn't anything else to be done for the day and that they could retire for the rest of the...

Oscar gave an almost imperceptible smile back to Asa, a quirk of the corner of his lips that no one else took note of. By the looks of it, Asa had been quite successful at snooping around - he'd have to ask about what he'd managed to nick later. For now, however, their order of business was to...

"Oh, it's just fine, thank you for asking." Oscar gave a tight smile back, aware of how stiff he was coming off and trying to relax, not wanting the Hagensons to think of him as being standoffish. Luckily for him, Rebecca didn't seem to notice, instead continuing to press him about life at the...

"Just some water, thank you." Oscar said in a low voice to the servant, who nodded and disappeared after taking everyone else's orders. A nervous energy twitched in his veins, the sort that made him twitchy and unable to relax, hyperaware of his every action. The Hagensons didn't seem to be of...

Oscar dipped his head a little at Asa's complaint about the gossiping that seemed so rampant in Strawberry, his face coloring at the suggestion. He held his tongue and didn't respond to that - he didn't know what he could say that would be appropriate. At Asa's suggestion to start packing once...

The smell of smoke and Asa's pleased expression, coupled with the muffled noises of distress that streamed out from a while ago, were more than enough to give Oscar a coherent picture of what had been done to Bartley. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in slight amusement as they walked down...

"Oh, I know," Oscar said, one of his eyebrows jumping up at Asa's sudden enthusiasm. He didn't usually condone violence, but given everything that the clerk had done against them in the past few weeks, at this point he wasn't above levying some good old fashioned frontier justice against Bartley...

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he finally jerked awake it was entirely dark outside, the cabin silent save for the soft snoring of Asa curled up beside him, warmth radiating off of him which warded off the chilly sting of the nighttime air, an arm thrown carelessly over him. It...