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[dog_eat_dog]

If I were her [or a ~lady~], I'd skip the bounty hunter and would take something to that man's kneecaps on principle.

[stand_unshaken]

You ain't a lady, and you sure as hell don't got an inheritance-- not too hard on those reins now.

[dog_eat_dog]

[She gives an amused little huff, and she does ease up on the reins. She does this like she's known not to do that all along, or at least pretends to.]

Well, if I did, paying to get the guy captured doesn't get me my money back, now, does it?

[stand_unshaken]

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

[dog_eat_dog]

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.

[stand_unshaken]

[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.