[Tess goes ahead and mounts; it’s a graceless affair but she knows what it’s supposed to look like.]
Hard not to when they have minds of their own.
Hard not to when they have minds of their own.
[Tess stiffens when the horse shifts around, one hand going to the horn, the other gathering up the reins like the horse might shoot off.]
Probably handy when you need both hands for what... rifles? Lassos?
Probably handy when you need both hands for what... rifles? Lassos?
Just the optimist in me, I guess.
[She has to have SOME hope people can change if she's going to get her deal.]
[She has to have SOME hope people can change if she's going to get her deal.]
Did Allison ever manage to talk her way into your room, by any chance?
I wasn't raised one, but... I was, I guess. Getting bitten and not turning into an infected does that.
[Since he knows that much anyway.]
[Since he knows that much anyway.]
She told me she was going to try to get at that bootleg. The pretty blonde act was her thing.
Hahaha, guess she should have been more upfront. And nah, she didn't say anything about that. That's funny. She your type, then?
For a little while.
[She shrugs a shoulder. It was the happiest she could ever recall being, even on the road, even facing danger every day. Her life would have meant something.
Even if that meant a much shorter life.]
Tess isn't the only one upset things didn't work out.
[She shrugs a shoulder. It was the happiest she could ever recall being, even on the road, even facing danger every day. Her life would have meant something.
Even if that meant a much shorter life.]
Tess isn't the only one upset things didn't work out.
[She chuckles as she figures out the reins. One hand, like an ice cream cone. Heels down.]
No, never. Easier to just go for the kneecaps.
No, never. Easier to just go for the kneecaps.
...dead, for the most part.
[She knows. Tommy. Abby.]
[She knows. Tommy. Abby.]
I've never killed someone by taking out their kneecaps, but fair.
[She gives the horse a squeeze and orders it:]
Go.
[She gives the horse a squeeze and orders it:]
Go.
No, just your journal entries about her. Liking finishing school graduates is real cute from some big tough outlaw, though.
[She chuckles despite feeling like she's going to run them off of a cliff in the near future. Here we go, ploddingly slow.]
Who do you bring in on a bounty? Rival gangs?
Who do you bring in on a bounty? Rival gangs?
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