Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote2011-05-06 04:37 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote2011-05-06 04:37 pm
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AU: Western Texas - Gene Hunt - 1888
**NOTE: This is part of a plot arc that was meant to occur in Milliways over the Spring/Summer of 2011 in Bar Time. It has since become an AU, and should be treated as a standalone plot not associated with any game, and not fitting into Kate's continuity.**
A door opens out of thin air, admitting a pair of riders. The gentleman in proper Victorian dress astride a perlino gelding is the first to ride out, followed not long after by the woman on the starred bay. It's late April, and Texas lays open on every side of them. Behind them, to the north, is a low rolling mountain range leading to Kenedy; descending ahead is desert plain, pocked with scruff and scraggly trees. Some ways off to their left are train tracks.
It's midday. The sun is hot, but despite being a little muggy the air is withstandably balmy. It's just the way Kate left it when last she was here. She can even see the dust clouds Beaut kicked up still settling behind them. They're just south of Beeville now, and likely there ain't anybody from Kenedy still chasing after her.
She combs a few renegades from her messy braid back behind her ears, and sets her hat down on her head to ward off the winking sun. Glancing at Gene from the corner of her eye, she just manages to bite back a smirk.
"Home sweet home."
A door opens out of thin air, admitting a pair of riders. The gentleman in proper Victorian dress astride a perlino gelding is the first to ride out, followed not long after by the woman on the starred bay. It's late April, and Texas lays open on every side of them. Behind them, to the north, is a low rolling mountain range leading to Kenedy; descending ahead is desert plain, pocked with scruff and scraggly trees. Some ways off to their left are train tracks.
It's midday. The sun is hot, but despite being a little muggy the air is withstandably balmy. It's just the way Kate left it when last she was here. She can even see the dust clouds Beaut kicked up still settling behind them. They're just south of Beeville now, and likely there ain't anybody from Kenedy still chasing after her.
She combs a few renegades from her messy braid back behind her ears, and sets her hat down on her head to ward off the winking sun. Glancing at Gene from the corner of her eye, she just manages to bite back a smirk.
"Home sweet home."
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He lets her mess with his hair. He doesn't mind it. Quite nice, really. It almost makes him lean down and kiss her again, but he restrains himself. Tonight will likely be awkward enough without that in his mind.
'I won' look.'
He turns away to find something to put on. He's deciding the desert isn't as much fun at night, at least so far.
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She almost says something, but in the end she actually believes him.
"Don' stay up on my account."
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'Wouldn' dream of it.'
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Fine, then. She can have it her way. As soon as he's buttoned the thing up, he chucks another handful of brush on the fire and lies down, lighting up a cigarette. He won't go to sleep first out of principle now, but that doesn't mean he has to sit here and get into idle chat either.
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"Are y'throwin' yourself a tantrum over there?" she asks evenly, listening to the sounds he's making.
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'...no I bloody am not.'
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"You usually get cranky before bed, then?"
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She's not going to prod him like a stubborn bull. And she's not going to start guessing, either. At least, certainly not now, when she's dressed down to her chemise and working the knots out of her hair.
So, it'll be quiet, save for the trickle of water from sponge to bucket and the pop and crackle of the fire.
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And it's till cold. Maybe he'll just grab that blanket and put it to use. Not that he's falling asleep, mind.
...not even when the first light snore comes. Not asleep.
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"Impossible."
She takes her time redressing, keeping things quiet so she doesn't disturb him. She pokes at the fire, stirring it up a bit to give him more warmth, and glances him over to make sure he's comfortable.
"Goodnight, Gene."
She'll keep herself up for another hour or so, occasionally throwing brush on the fire, watching the horizon, and reminding herself there'll be plenty of time to talk on the trail.