Victoria County, Texas, 1888 -- OOM for Ben Wade (part 2)

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It was a breathtaking sunrise. Kate slept through part of it, waking when the sky was already on fire, pink clouds melting into a violet haze at the horizon. She rose up and gave Ben his coat back, shaking off the chill in her bones and the fog across her mind from not enough solid rest.

The morning routine set them in opposite directions at first, as they quietly attempt to wake themselves up for the ride into town. "Baths" need to be taken (in other words, they need to walk down to the river and splash freezing water on themselves), fires rebuilt, food prepared, and trail coffee is a definite must.

Kate leaves Ben to his own devices, wandering off to see what sort of game she can rustle up.


Moments later, gunfire breaks the serenity of the desert morning.

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[almosthonorable]

"Just tryin' to get her well," Ben says, voice butter-smooth. "The dry heat's the best for her cough, the doctors say."

"I've heard that myself," Cole says, then clears his throat. "Well, uh, best of luck to the both of you, Brother Tucker."

"And you, Mr. Cole."

Cole gives "Prudence" another polite nod, and Ben offers the man a wave as Cole urges his horse along.

"Just be careful," Cole calls over his shoulder. "There's bandits who'll take advantage of your kindness out here if y'ain't careful."

"Oh, there's no need to worry about us," Ben says without a trace of irony. "We'll get ourselves to Cuero lickety-split."

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate goes through all the motions of propriety in saying goodbye to the traveler. Her heart is beating like a drum, hoping he's really going to ride on without a second thought. There was a moment or two when he looked at her and she was sure she had been recognized.

Her eyes slide to Ben when Cole calls out his parting advice, somehow managing not to snort.

"We sure will. Ain't no time to dawdle with the way you handle them guns, sweetheart. I'd sure hate to come across some of them highway robbers. Goodness me! Thank you, Mr. Cole! You have safe travels!"

She waves until her little speech dissolves into a coughing fit and she's forced to draw her hand back over her mouth, turning towards the campfire.

[almosthonorable]

Ben picks up the dead rabbits again and flashes a grin in Kate's direction.

"See that? The Lord just worked in one of those mysterious ways He's so famous for."

[ikissdhimbck]

She sucker punches him in the gut.



(Gently.)



"Maybe we should work on gettin' our story straight, 'fore we head into town," she huffs.

[almosthonorable]

He sends a dramatic wheeze in her direction.

(If she'd caught him in the solar plexus, he'd've dropped one or both rabbits.)

"What's got you so out of sorts, Prudie?"

[ikissdhimbck]

She steps up to him, nice and close, until her smiling face is inches from his.

"Call me that again," she murmurs, "and I will kill you."

It's all fun and games until someone loses a heart.

"I'll git the fire goin' and then head down to the river t'git us some water to boil. I need to wash up, too."

She fusses with her right shoulder absently before crouching in front of their smoking campfire, prodding the embers with a stick.

"Then I guess we should talk 'bout Cuero."

[almosthonorable]

Cheerily, "Kill me, and I'll haunt you till you give up the ghost."

He places the rifle with the rest of her things, then settles in to clean the kills, the knife in his practiced hands making quick work of fur and meat and blood and bone.

Eyes on his handiwork, he doesn't look up when he speaks again.

"How's the shoulder?"

[ikissdhimbck]

She, too, keeps her eyes on her handiwork.

"Achin' some," she says, holding her hands out to the flames now licking up branch and bramble. "Prob'ly just from sleepin' on the ground in this weather. Hurt somethin' fierce all winter long in Colorada."

She leans back on her heels, unbuttoning her collar and pushing her sleeve down enough to expose the scarred flesh on her arm. For such a superficial wound, it sure left an ugly mark to remember by. Long and jagged and discolored in patches.

She examines it for a moment or two before she draws her collar back up, and massages her bicep as she stands.

[almosthonorable]

"Cold sure don't help," he says, eyes sweeping the scarring before he respectfully averts his gaze.

"You have any kinda doctor near Doc's spread there?"

[ikissdhimbck]

She shakes her head as she moves to her pack.

"No. He was pretty far removed from any kinda town. I took care of myself, mostly."

She's rustling around for clean clothes and soap.

"Until I couldn't no more.



"Been looked at by a doctor in the bar, though. Guppy, in case you know him. Don't think I mentioned his name 'fore."

[almosthonorable]

He thinks for a moment, then shakes his head.

"Don't think I know him."

A beat.

"He give you a clean bill of health?"

[ikissdhimbck]

She draws her arms in, resting them on her bent legs. Her eyes are focused on her bag as if she didn't hear him, but judging by the way her hands are nervously playing with the bar of soap she retrieved, the question came through loud and clear.

"I'm too skinny," she says, standing erect. "M'gonna go clean up. Would you watch out for passersby? Shouldn't be too long."

She's already moving in the direction of the river, which is several yards away from their campsite and downhill a little, tucked behind wild foliage.

[almosthonorable]

"Well, I could've told you that."

He turns his attention to the horizon and nods.

"Go right ahead -- I'll start cookin'."

[ikissdhimbck]

She doesn't make a smart aleck reply as she goes, instead only murmuring a 'thank you' with her eyes on the path ahead.

The campsite is close enough that she can hear louder noises from the riverside, though most of Ben's movements are hushed by the murmur of water passing by. It's comforting, in a way, now that her mind is in another world.

'He give you a clean bill of health?'

(The cold water is anything but comforting; she yelps as she steps in.)

[almosthonorable]

He skewers the meat and starts to roast it. As the rabbit begins to cook, his stomach rumbles; he's become spoiled by too many full-service breakfasts in the bar as of late.

[ikissdhimbck]

It takes her a while to trudge back up to the campsite, which is explained mostly by her attire. Instead of pants and a button-down, she's wearing skirts. Nothing fancy, but certainly proper -- long sleeves, high-necked, and fine, petticoats underneath.

(She is still wearing her boots, however, and her hair is still wet.)

[almosthonorable]

He's checking the rabbit as she returns, slicing off a small hunk to see if it's done.

(It is.)

Satisfied, he pops the meat into his mouth, hissing slightly and somehow managing not to blister his tongue.

Gesturing for Kate to take a seat, he assembles a biscuit sandwich for her, handing it over carefully so no fingers get burned.

[ikissdhimbck]

The corner of her mouth tics upward at the comical expression on his face as he works through how to swallow the too-hot meat.

"How is it?"

She takes the proffered seat after depositing her things back at her bags, and eyes the sandwich before taking it into her hands.

[almosthonorable]

Mock-indignantly, "You gotta ask? I'm hurt."

Wounded expression firmly in place, he assembles his own breakfast sandwich.

[ikissdhimbck]

She chuckles.

"Don't give me that. I remember the last time I put you in a kitchen."

She waits for the meat to cool enough to take a bite.

It's not bad.

(She could do better.)

[almosthonorable]

"I remember bein' awful helpful," he says, shooting Kate a bemused, self-satisfied half-smirk.

Once half his own makeshift sandwich is gone, "So, tell me about Cuero."

[ikissdhimbck]

"I remember y'boiled water and poured the Whyren's," she shoots back good-naturedly.

She doesn't even make it halfway through her own biscuit sandwich before she tires of eating.

"Never actually been there, myself. Know it's got a station, though. Lots of folk in Green Lake do business up there now and again."

[almosthonorable]

He polishes off his breakfast and washes it down with water from his canteen.

"What's the biggest industry, cattle or cotton? Or is it rougher around the edges, minin' and hard laborers?"

[ikissdhimbck]

"Biggest? I ain't sure. It's a big town, and the railroad feeds its profits. They do an awful lot of trade, cotton and livestock alike."

She offers over what's left of her breakfast, if he wants it.

"Sure they got themselves a gin, last I heard. Even a factory or two. Think they do parts, for the rail and such."

[almosthonorable]

He nods, and takes the proffered biscuit after a handful of beats.

"More'n one bank, then?"