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Mike knew approaching her wasn't the smartest move, but he was out of options. He thought it was the best for her. A voice in the back of his head kept telling him to just pull the trigger and run. End it. It's self defense right? You wouldn't hang for this, she killed her husband and tried to...

Mike wanted to shout at Ida when he heard she didn't have her guns. What use was she anyway. I'm gonna kick her ass later.. He would never follow through, but he felt better telling himself that. As he heard the sobbing girl his heart sank. Please just be a dead dog. Then he saw the blood. He...

Michael nodded when she mentioned sleeping alone. Although he enjoyed his time alone, he secretly enjoyed the times they shared a room. It was a glimpse of what normal life would be like. A man and a woman, both rising together to greet the sun. She was much better than some woman from a dusty...

He had been daydreaming again when he heard her enter the stable. He didn't look over. He knew it must have been her, who else would go out in the rain to go talk to him? He sighed. His time alone was over. He wanted to tell her off, but he'd rather not start anything with her this early. It'd...

Michael rose to a quiet house, with only the whistles of the wind and a creaking house keeping him company. He sat up on the end of the bed, lacing up his boots. She's probably dead to the world right now. She was likely sleeping, but there was no guarantee to the rest of the house. He slowly...

Are you still looking for a partner?

What sort of favors was he asking for Her? It hadn't even been a full day. Asking not to shoot so much? A different menu? He was shocked at his actual equest. "No, absolutely not." He answered sternly. "What you're asking me to do is fraticide at best, and treason at worst." He was looking to...

He listened to him explain how he got his shooting skills. A handgun? That would certainly be useful. "Don't fret, you'll have plenty of time. At least it's not the big Springfields the infantry lugs around." He had thought of something else. "Too bad Texas turned their back on us. I would have...

After years on the frontier, Tobias had gotten used to eating rations, carelessly thrown together by a camp cook. At least there's real meat. The best part about returning home was a home cooked meal. He looked around, seeing his recruits eating their stew. He noted that Athos was eating...

He smirked seeing his reaction to the alcohol. Never had a drink before? What a shame. Tobias didn't drink much until he joined the army. His small sip only gave him a taste. He wasn't an alcoholic by any means but he had built up his tolerance on the frontier. He saw one of his troops...

He shrugged when he said he didn't want to see the surgeon. It's not like he was going to amputate, just investigate the bruise. He did think a bruise would be a waste of the surgeon's time though. When he held out his canteen, he took it from him. He opened it and started to pour from the...

Toby was surprised to hear Athos speaking to him. "Yes?" He turned to him. Something about his shoulder? He sighed. He had a horse shot out from under him and he got up and kept fighting. Perhaps Athos just wasn't ready yet. "If you think it's serious enough, we can have the surgeon look at...

He saw Athos had taken some of his advice with his form. He was the last to fire again, but as long as he hit his target, Tobias didn't care. He watched downrange, awaiting the shot. He couldn't help but smile as he witnessed the wood splinter in two. "I'll be damned." He muttered. "I wish we...

Tobias waited patiently for them to shoot. He had become so accustomed to the blast, he didn't flinch when they fired. His eyes were fixed on their targets. He heard four shots, and they all missed. He glanced over to see who didn't fire. Athos was still getting ready. It didn't matter if he...

Tobias noticed Athos' reaction to his touch. Perhaps he didn't have any brothers to play or wrestle with in his childhood? It didn't bother him personaly to touch someone else. He had held and even carried men before. He'll warm up to his brothers in arms. He felt sorry for him really. Some men...

When he hesitated, he was worried this recruit really couldn't write their name. Can he read? He saw Athos struggle with the equipment and was glad to have asked. He helped him put his things down to manage them. Where to start. Seeing the belt on the smallest loop and still loose, he knew this...

Watching his recruits fumble around to find their position, he noticed that Athos had found himself at the back of the group. Nudged around by the other men. Toby shook his head, having higher hopes of him. I'll see to it he's marching at the front of the line in no time. He was silent as they...

Seeing his muddy uniform brought his own attire to his attention. He wasn't as dirty as his recruit, but the tip of his scabbard had scraped through the mud. Hearing the rest of them laugh and gossip, he scanned the line. He waited roughly three seconds for them to pay attention to him. Then...

Tobias watched as recruit after recruit mounted the horse. He had his doubts about the small blond man, but he was gentle with his horse. It gave him some hope. He watched as he struggled onto the horse, amazed he had actually done it. "Why Helsdan, I didn't think you could do it." Perhaps he...

On his horse, Tobias trotted to the line of soldiers, bringing his horse to make a statement to these men. As he dismounted, he approached them. His jackboots on well trodden ground. He began to pace, examining each of them as he spoke. "Now many of you stand before me today, to answer Lincoln's...