Train Station
Narration Post:

As Ace Carson and Rip Masterson prepared to board the train bound for Laramie, Samuel Hawke watched from a distance, his weathered face etched with concern. The train's arrival marked the beginning of a journey fraught with tension and purpose, driven by a desire for justice and retribution.

Samuel observed the exchange between Ace and Rip from his vantage point with a knowing gaze. They spoke in low tones, their words laden with determination and resolve. Samuel felt a sense of foreboding mingled with hope as they settled into their seats, ready to embark on their mission to retrieve Vanessa and confront Charles Morgan.

"The wheels of fate are turning,"

Samuel murmured to himself, his voice barely audible over the bustle of the station.

"May they find strength in each other's company and courage in the face of adversity."

With a final glance at the departing train, Samuel turned away, his thoughts lingering on the challenges ahead. The path ahead was uncertain, but he knew that Ace and Rip were bound by a steadfast loyalty and a shared purpose. As the train disappeared into the horizon, Samuel Hawke resolved to keep a vigilant watch, knowing that their journey had only just begun.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=zR_92kIddNA&si=1CZI4zhZSpef5X5

Dropping in for a nightcap.

Seeing We had a visitor.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=Gwa3pxpaV8U&si=mKdsWOnoqiVRJ9W

Pretty ok?
I act that way.
I run and spar and ride dangerously to help burn off the anger that is always simmering.

Main Street
As the town prepared to face the night with Bowman on the loose, each resident knew their role in keeping Covell Canyon safe. The hunt for Matthew Bowman had begun, and in the rugged frontier town, justice would not rest until it was served.

Ok ill leave you alone now

Oh and I haven't read your room
So I have no idea
Whst you've been saying

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=0mlH-DfSkwg&si=kjG5QuqZ5cTvcdxt

Commons
Yeah she is pretty darn tall and given the HUGE t-shirt she's sporting today?
Yeah they'd not seen a thing... don't call em knuckle draggers for nothin' you know.

A little grin tickled at her lips when C.C. squeaked.
Yeah she's one of the good ones.

A nod was given as you'd spoken

"Yup... appears so"

She'd ease up on her press of body against yer own and breathe a bit easier as she sprawled in one of the battered old over stuffed chairs.

Couldn't help but say/ask it.
And you KNEW she would

"Sooooo... whad ya do?"

*shrugs*

You seem pretty ok

Direction how?

But you like this

Youre probably finger flicking
Right now

Chuckles

Oh, I would love to talk to you sometime about this "latest trend on dates"

Oh, I would love to talk to you about this "latest trend on dates" sometime

looks in

Oh, sorry I missed you. I left shortly after my post at 25:21.
I'd be happy to chat sometime. :)

Rehearsals
In truth, the difference is that Leo matters to her, that her relationship with him contains multitudes. Depth of years and closeness and love. So, his betrayal is bigger than yours. More painful.

Yours is... barely a betrayal at all. You don't owe her anything. Her feelings for you and about you are much more straightforward. Also, this is something she would've expected from you. This indifference for Leo's relationship with her, a lack of concern for his life outside of you and this play, disrespect for what matters to him.

You're right. For her, she's been through an emotional war and her blood is spilling everywhere. But she's cried so much lately, had so many emotional conversations that ended with sobbing and weeping that she's drained. Which is why her rant tapers to quiet, then ends. What else does she have left to give?

In the end, you don't say anything. Which is probably for the best.

Leo Sterling

Your quiet, however, is a whole other level of painful for her. No debate, no explanation, no nothing.

You don't even try to fix it.
You don't try to stop her.
You don't call out to her.
You don't follow her.
You barely even look at her.

And, as she walks away, her mind races in a dozen different directions. Her broken heart pounds in her chest painfully, reminding her that it still works, at least for its primary function. Strong enough that it throbs in her ears, even, making it seem as if she's underwater, drowning in an ocean of hurt.

But she can't be here right now. She simply can't. It's too much.

So, when she gets in her car, which somehow she still has the key to in her pocket, of all things, she just drives away. She doesn't look in the rearview mirror. What's the point?

You didn't even fight for her.

You think? *s*

Maybe you need direction?

Commons
See!! See!! She knew you'd hide her. She was smaller than you were and you pressing her flat to the wall worked. Those dumbasses ran right on by.

She sucked in her breath and held it until they'd gone.
Only when she knew they were good and gone did she even get on her tippy toes to look over your shoulder.

C.C. spotted her and she eeped and ducked back down. C.C. laughed and shook her head, acted like she didn't see a thing.
She knew she liked that woman for a reason.

"Are they gone?" she squeaked out.
"Am I in the clear?"
For at least a few minutes anyway, right?

I'm not ok, most of the time.