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It does if inheritances transfer automatically to your husband, and you'd like his signature on some divorce papers.

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He can't get his inheritance or stay married if he's dead!

[stand_unshaken]

The money still wouldn't--

You know what, never mind. Point is, I lasso'd him and brought him back to the station tied up like that, and I got my fee.

[dog_eat_dog]

Well then, good job, outlaw!

[She reaches back to pat his knee. She does mean that somewhat genuinely.]

You could be a bounty hunter after all this, I bet.

[stand_unshaken]

[He prods her in the back with his elbow - knock it off. But when he speaks it's clear he's been smiling.]

Maybe. It ain't too honest a living, but not too dishonest neither.

[dog_eat_dog]

[She chuckles.]

Fits just right. Your old buddies probably wouldn't find it too fun, though. You'd know all their tricks.

[stand_unshaken]

Think you'd find men like us don't have too many buddies.

[dog_eat_dog]

Fair. None of my guys ever seemed to have friends, just people they could tolerate enough to survive with.

[Not that she had many friends, either, but.]

[stand_unshaken]

Easy enough to reel in and hand over to some sheriff.

[dog_eat_dog]

Well, if they’re worth more to you in cash than in the weight they can pull, that’s it.

[stand_unshaken]

Well, who knows. Ride out somewhere I don't know too many people, make a name for myself there.

[A new man. No reputation, no one to remember what he did, or what he looked like when he was ill.]

[dog_eat_dog]

Come up to Boston. The winters aren’t usually too bad, and chunks of it are old enough that I’d know where the hell I was if I came to visit.

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[His turn to poke her, though he's clearly pleased.]

No self-interest there, huh?

[dog_eat_dog]

None at all. As you know, I’m an entirely selfless person.

[That’s teasing.]

[stand_unshaken]

Boston's likely too big for my taste, though. I'll come out every now and then, see if you shown up.

[dog_eat_dog]

Sure, I’ll just live in the same apartment I did before. It was around then. [Amused:] You’re gonna ride all the way up to Boston, I might as well just be there so you don’t waste a trip.

[stand_unshaken]

Exactly. Mighty kind of you, miss.

[dog_eat_dog]

My pleasure.

[It’s fun to joke about these things, to imagine a vacation in a world that doesn’t have them anymore, to imagine skipping across space and time instead of finishing the job and never seeing someone again.]

You gonna keep in touch with Abigail and the kid, too?

[stand_unshaken]

[He agrees. He'd miss her if she couldn't visit him at home, so he'd like to imagine they could.]

I suppose that all depends on poor old John, don't it? I reckon Abigail wants a life that's a little more stable. If he can get his head out of his behind and give her that - sure. If I know where to find 'em, I'll write, visit if I'm close.

[dog_eat_dog]

What happens if he doesn't? Awful lot of trouble to go for someone else's family if he still can't take care of them himself.

[stand_unshaken]

I'd scalp him if I found out he didn't do it, but it's his choice to make until then. Theirs, I guess. As long as they get a chance to get out.

[dog_eat_dog]

[A chuckle. Scalping is a new one, actually.]

She should scalp him if he fucks her over like that.

[stand_unshaken]

And she just might. But that's her perogative, ain't it?

[dog_eat_dog]

Never said it wasn’t.

[Not that she needs to, though, given how often she is happy impress her will over others, but. You know.]

[stand_unshaken]

Hmm.

You're a pretty alright rider, you know that?