Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote2009-10-02 07:31 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote2009-10-02 07:31 pm
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OOM: Outside, Early morning
They had discussed it. Kate had said she wasn't going to leave the bar until she knew that Bill, Boo, and Kate Warner were safe with Demeter. So when Doc got word that they were leaving, early in the pre-dawn hours when most folks would be sleeping, they agreed to get their belongings in order and see them off.
Satisfied that things were well in hand, she answered with a nod when Doc squeezed her hand, silently asking if she was ready to go.
She paused to drop off a few notes and things with Miss Bar, and once settled, she shouldered her duffel -- stopping to hush the kittens nestled carefully within -- and followed Doc out through the backdoor.
She watched his long strides in the gray light, his black duster occasionally billowing and allowing glances at the gleaming sixshooter at his hip. He reached out for her hand, and she gave it to him -- a bond that felt impossible to sever as they made their way towards a new life.
Together.
.
Satisfied that things were well in hand, she answered with a nod when Doc squeezed her hand, silently asking if she was ready to go.
She paused to drop off a few notes and things with Miss Bar, and once settled, she shouldered her duffel -- stopping to hush the kittens nestled carefully within -- and followed Doc out through the backdoor.
She watched his long strides in the gray light, his black duster occasionally billowing and allowing glances at the gleaming sixshooter at his hip. He reached out for her hand, and she gave it to him -- a bond that felt impossible to sever as they made their way towards a new life.
Together.
.
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He jumps and swivels at the same time somehow, managing to crack his elbow painfully on the tree as he does.
'What the fuck do you think you're doing?!'
X.
I would have to be fucking X. He'd know that voice anywhere.
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Sometimes it really is that simple.
"You were in the stables. Today. There was shooting."
And blood. But they'll get to that.
Probably.
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'You want me, X, you only have to ask,' he snarks back, this being the first line of any good defence.
'I'm not that fussy.'
Shooting, what? He ignores the statement since it so clearly had nothing to do with him.
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"You shot Kate. And Doc. Again."
Beat.
"I know."
She tilts her head very slightly, studying him.
Is he going to make her fight him again? Or run?
Or --
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'I didn't shoot anyone. Go fuck yourself, X. I'm just out for a walk.'
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Beat.
"And you have blowback residue. On your hands."
She can smell it.
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He's sure it must happen at least five times daily. And he watches her, outwardly calm, as he lights a cigarette and blows some smoke at her.
'Prove it.'
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"You will make me take you in?"
She only sounds a little bit curious about that.
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'You can't take me anywhere until you can prove I did anything, Laura.'
Another drag on his smoke and his hand is starting to itch. One down tonight, what difference would another one make?
'And I'd advise you not to try anything with me.'
After Demeter's little episode, he's had enough of people forcing him into places he doesn't want to be.
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"You have never seen me work," she says, instead.
And then she is moving toward him, quick and vicious.
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'Back off. I mean it.'
He is past caring about anything right now. He just wants these pathetic little assholes to leave him the hell alone and if that means killing them all, so be it.
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She could demolish his weapon with her claws.
She could take his hand off at the wrist.
Or --
Well.
She looks at him, face expressionless. Blank.
"No."
Or she could do that. And keep moving toward him.
(Ramon is not the only one here that is stubborn.)
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'Last chance.'
God, he wants to. Wants to so bad he can taste it.
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It is easier when they understand what she can do.
When they are afraid of what she can do.
Which is why she stays silent, and speeds up her advance.
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That's why he does stop and for the second time tonight, just starts firing.
The first one takes her right in the face. He sees it and starts to grin, even as the rest of the clip empties into her body.
You warn them and warn them and still it comes down to the fact that sometimes, you just have to shoot a bitch.
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Hard.
And then she doesn't move.
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It has turned out to be a productive night. He does like those.
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There are some days that X just really needs to cut a bitch.
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Like right now.
Though Ramon can be grateful for the fact that X knows enough about human anatomy to insert her claws somewhere temporarily incapacitating but not fatal. At least not with treatment.
He wasn't using that lung anyway, was he?
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No. Way.
And then there isn't time for anything else. There's a flash of pain and then he can't breath and...fuck, he can't breath but he can taste blood and he's seen enough people die to know that this is not good. This is not good at all.
'Bitch.'
It's the only word he can rasp out before he drops. It was an apt word, he feels.
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Even if he can hear her, it is not relevant.
She crouches down beside him, shifting his body so that she can get a good grip and heaves.
There is no way X seems like the kind of girl who should be able to carry a man with ease, but even his height is not that awkward.
The blood makes him a little slippery, and her clothes will need to be burned (they would even if they were not also shot full of holes), but that is all right.
She still has plenty of time to deliver him to the infirmary. Even if their return pace is slower than the speed at which either of them set out.
And X still has an arrest report to write.