It was all Estaban could do not to lose his lunch. Despite that fact that the Spam hadn't tasted all that bad, the fat content was horrible and even with all the walking and moving cars, and foraging, he had to watch his waistline. After all, a 32 inch waist didn't just grow on a tree, ya know?
He hiccuped silently, and made a concentrated effort to keep his meal down. A few swallows of water, a swish of mouth wash, and a breath mint, and he found himself remembering his brief liason with Tempy when they left the Cafe in Cali. Now there was a woman...Her soft Southern accent reminded him of home, and her fiery red hair reminded him of better days and future nights.
It was almost magical the way she made faded jeans and a wifebeater T-shirt look good. Never mind the cowboy boots. Estaban was willing to be roped and hog tied, if for no other reason than the experience...
And was it his imagination, or had Carly been trying to catch his eye throughout the day... Hmmm. A nice zoftig woman with plenty of positive energy, and kicking curves.
"I bet she's a moaner." he thought and smiled. "Probably a bit too repressed to truly scream. Well, there is only one way to find out..." His smile grew larger.
Oh well, one body on the ground wasn't that much when he considered how much his prospects were looking up...
DAY THREE- MAFIA HIT- The permanent pain reliever
Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
"No coward soul is mine" by Emily Bronte
It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog.
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log.
"A Hard Day's Night" by the Beatles
That move men's hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
"No coward soul is mine" by Emily Bronte
It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog.
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log.
"A Hard Day's Night" by the Beatles
Flagg laughed in the dreams of his followers and it was far from pleasant.
“Its called culling the herd. I don't take in strays.” He smiled with the wicked expression that was some parody of actual joy. “Kill the ranger this time. Oh, and if your little consciences are bothering you then I'll just let you know he was dieing anyway.”
The man might have been useful and Flagg could have taken care of Lincoln's terminal injury but it was a waste of time and effort. The man wasn't Las Vegas material, not up to playing with the high rollers. He'd let the old woman have him but he wanted as much of this group as he could get and that meant getting rid of the ones she might be able to sway.
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They had all settled for the night inside the California line just as she had planned but Vera was far from happy. These killings were slowing down their progress and she didn't know how much longer she could hold the lot of them together. Was it better to be a group and risk becoming the next victim or going off to die alone?
Camp this night was a logging operation. It was ideal for more than one reason. It had been shut down because of the flu so there were no bodies to clear and it had outhouses and small cabins for the workers. Vera rolled out her sleeping bag next to the fire despite the rocky terrain; let the others sleep in the comfort of a bed, she was going to be out here in the open.
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“Look don't be ornery with me, old son, I'm just as unhappy about this situation as you are.”
Lincoln gave Charley a pat on the haunch and the horse tried to take a bite out of him. It was Charley's on special brand of love and Forrester paid it no mind. He was at a water pump filling up their bottles of water for the next day.
“You could be a little more grateful, you know.”
The horse snorted and pawed at the ground and of course that was the only reply he was likely to give. Lincoln thought he could find himself a better conversationalist but Charley kept making noise as if he were agitated. Someone else was here. He backed towards the horse in the hopes of escape but something hit the animal and caused it to rear up. Lincoln fell backwards and rolled away from the flailing hooves.... and right into another person who was waiting for him.
“We're here to take care of your wee headache problem.”
Lincoln barely had time to see the axe that severed his head but everyone else got a good view of it in the morning; it was stuck in his body as if it were a log and the woodcutter had merely gone on a break. No one had any doubts that there would be more deaths in the future.
Slipnish
19 years ago
Jetamio
19 years ago
Jet woke early, feeling thirsty. Reaching over the side of the bed for her water bottle she found it empty and groaned. She should have filled it last night, but had fallen asleep, still fully dressed. She dragged herself out of bed and headed outside the little cabin she had chosen to sleep in, and came almost face to face with the horse Charley. The horse spooked at the sudden movement, almost tripping over the drop that still hung from his halter. Frowning, she approached the horse, grabbing the rope before he did himself harm. For her troubles, she earned herself a bite, with which she responded by slapping him accross the chest with the loose end of the rope.
"There will be less of that!" he tossed his head, then eyed her sourly. Ignoring him, she looked around, wondering where Lincoln was, as he was rarely far from the horse. Not seeing him, she decided to continue on her path for water, leading the grumpy horse with her. As they got nearer to the water pump, Charley got edgy, tossing his head and snorting again. Then Jet saw why. Lincolns body lay sprawled in front of the pump, and axe sticking out of it, and his head lay a little way away. Early morning flies where beginning to gather on the body. Suddenly loosing her thirst, Jet backed off, the horse following her closer now as she moved away from the cause of its distress, and banged on the doors of the other cabins to rouse the others and tell them. As she waited for them to come out she made a mental note to look after the horse.
"There will be less of that!" he tossed his head, then eyed her sourly. Ignoring him, she looked around, wondering where Lincoln was, as he was rarely far from the horse. Not seeing him, she decided to continue on her path for water, leading the grumpy horse with her. As they got nearer to the water pump, Charley got edgy, tossing his head and snorting again. Then Jet saw why. Lincolns body lay sprawled in front of the pump, and axe sticking out of it, and his head lay a little way away. Early morning flies where beginning to gather on the body. Suddenly loosing her thirst, Jet backed off, the horse following her closer now as she moved away from the cause of its distress, and banged on the doors of the other cabins to rouse the others and tell them. As she waited for them to come out she made a mental note to look after the horse.
Temprah
19 years ago
Yawning and stretching lazily, Temperance tried to ignore the banging on her door and concentrate on getting just a bit more rest. She was worn out from all of the driving, moving and shuffling. Not to mention more exciting and entertaining things. Remembering that had her smile growing and she chuckled. Well, one reason to get up and face the day, she supposed.
It had taken her a few minutes to dress and clean up some before she walked outside and found herself once again entering a gathering crowd abuzz with news of a kill. Hearing it was the gruff old guy Lincoln made her sad. Anyone who was nice to horses deserved better than that.
'This is getting really old,' she thought to herself darkly. How where they going to start fresh and rebuild if they couldn't stop killing each other off? She needed a smoke. And a drink. Tempy wondered if anyone had some good whiskey around. Sounded like a good breakfast to her.
It had taken her a few minutes to dress and clean up some before she walked outside and found herself once again entering a gathering crowd abuzz with news of a kill. Hearing it was the gruff old guy Lincoln made her sad. Anyone who was nice to horses deserved better than that.
'This is getting really old,' she thought to herself darkly. How where they going to start fresh and rebuild if they couldn't stop killing each other off? She needed a smoke. And a drink. Tempy wondered if anyone had some good whiskey around. Sounded like a good breakfast to her.