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It took him a few minutes, but Asa followed Oscar's instructions and ultimately calmed down. He now saw on the bed, a sick feeling of defeat twisting in his guts. He was a fool to think God would forgive and forget everything they had done, just because they wanted to be better. It didn't work...

Asa didn't know what to do, he was at a loss, the hurt, betrayal and surprise not registering quite yet... And then he saw red, bloody and violent and hungry. He put down the oil lamp and turned around violently. He brought his hand up to his mouth and bit down harshly into it, he let out a very...

After thanking god that Oscar woke shortly after him, so he didn't have to make any more noise than necessary, Asa stood. He followed his friend, gun in hand and heart in his throat. While Oscar got ready to tackle the stranger, Asa figured he'd get hold of one of their oil lamps. Some light...

"Suspicious, sure, but I dunno in what way... What would people assume from that?" Said Asa with a soft snort. They both fell into a companionable silence, chatting a bit more about their dinner, the recommendation letters and the future. Asa stayed on his own bed, he checked the courtains...

Oscar got a low whistle of appreciation from Asa as he examined the satchel and his friend's work, he took some time, feeling over it with his hand while he thought over the other man's words. "I like it, you ought to teach me how to sew proper sometime, last time I tried I pricked my fingers...

Once the moment had passed, Asa finished changing for bed like he had been doing, instead of standing around with only one boot, like a fool!. he thought to himself. "Should we tell Fern an' company?, I sorta feel bad not doin' it, but seeing how fast news spread ´round here and the questions...

Oliver flushed a little. "Yeah... it's sort of embarrassing." Said the dog, his tail still wagging but more slowly. "I was helping uh, this friend of my uncle, his name is Red?, we call him Red. We were doing some repairs to the outside of the building, the wind got super strong and broke a...

Asa lost his sheepish attitude when he saw Oscar's face. When he looked into his eyes and realised just how much the book had meant to him. He remembered his soft smile as he read the old copy, the tension left his body and he slept better after. He noticed, Asa noticed, of course he did. And...

The dog seemed... Surprised to hear what Mac had to say. "Grisham?, really?..." He said, his brow furrowed. Olliver looked really confused, and for the life of him he couldn't understand how Grisham had even figured out Mac and him were friends. "Oh, heck, I'm so rude!" He said, standing to...

Inside, young Olliver smelled Mac and Grisham before he heard or saw them. His ears perked up and he sat straighter on his chair. Then came the knock, and he walked over to the door. "Mac??!" He exclaimed once he opened the door fully, his tail wagging like crazy. Unexpected visits were still...

It seemed strange to Asa that Fern himself came to snoop around. Maybe someone else put the idea in his head or something. Or perhaps he was worse than he thought at figuring people out. He remained quiet during the short exchange between Oscar and Fern. They walked into the stables afterward...

"Ah... I thought it was something more shady for a second" Said Grisham, snorting, his tail wagging a couple of times. They chatted about pretty boring topics, like the weater and the forest's trees for the rest of the way until they reached the wolf dog's home. It was a stone and wood...

Asa took a risk, telling Mr. Hagenson sometimes they were judged unfairly for their looks. He didn't ask for anything material, but he mentioned that maybe they could find a place in their ranch, as workers, should things become difficult for the two of them. Hagenson seemed to understand...

It was was crazy, the amount of books one could pile up. Thick volumes sitting on ghe shelves, gathering more dust the further they were from the floor. It took Asa back to his years in that catholic school, when they'd hit his hands with a ruler when he refused to read until they were raw. What...

It had been some time since the last time Asa felt this awkward. And since he had last just had some water when given the opportunity for something else. He hsd the feeling, though, that if he tried to ask for some fancy alcoholic beverage he'd just embarrass himself. And things could get ugly...

"Ah guess its good ah didn' have any ideas on what to expect then." Said Asa, Sitting right next to Oscar. Their surroundings seemed so foreign, so alien and unknown, they only made him want to cling to the one familiar thing he had in this tasteless mansion. It was ridiculous, he felt...

Thank the lord, thought Asa, who had started praying nightly for his and Oscar's safety, that Bartley kept his hole shut. One wrong move and they'd be waist deep in trouble, and things were becoming too dangerous here in Strawberry. It was time they started thinking about moving on...

"Thanks Oliver" Said Asa, way too cheerful to be about to possibly beat a man up. Even if he followed Oscar's suggestion of hitting in places Bartley wouldn't be showing off in public. Not like the man left the hotel much anyway, he was pale and sort of sickly. Not to mention unatractive...

There weren't any comments or complaints on how they had shared a bed from Oscar. Asa took it as something positive, humming like a comfortable, lazy cat would purr as he woke up and stretched before getting ready for the day. The both of them devoured breakfast, since they'd missed dinner, and...

He listened to Oscar, sitting on his bed and watching his friend. He was half asleep, that much was obvious, but Asa was almost glad. Maybe being close to unconsciousness gave a man some sort of divine clarity. Oscar's words sounded like liquid gold or orchestra music pouring into his ears. He...