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"You know," Adnan says over the rim of his glass. "I heard Miz' Alice's young beau done run out on her."
Herakles snorts, stacking another dry glass atop the rest, perhaps a little harder than is necessary.
"That ain't news to nobody," he says. "The whole town saw her chasin' after him the next mornin'. Girl damn near put a pullet in my head when I tried to keep her back."
"A girl don't put a bullet in a man over a little bitty bad heartbreak, though," Adnan says, and Herakles has to admit, maybe he's onto somethin' there. Hell if he'll give him that, though.
"So, what're you tryin' to say?"
"What I'm tryin' ta say, mi greco--" And Herakles spits on the bar when he says this. He just barely misses Adnan's arm. "--is that the stakes of miz' Alice's involvement with her boy Artie had to be a mite higher to have her tryin' ta pump him full of lead ( ... )
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Shit, shit, shit.
Lovino's already out of bullets, but he doesn't notice until just after he starts to come down off the high from the firefight. The first thing that registers is the utter lack of recoil and once his blood finally slows and cools a little so it's not thundering in his ears, he can hear the telltale click of good going, citrullo, you're out of fucking ammo.
Shit. It's not supposed to happen like this, he's not supposed to lose control. He's their get-out guy. Shit.
And then he's on his back before he even knows what's what and he sees the sky for only a second before he's looking up the barrel of a great big shotgun. He feels rather than hears the click of the Marshal cocking it.
"Shit, yes," the fucker crows, and he presses his boot just a little bit harder into Lovino's gut. Cristo, does it hurt. "Hey, short stack! Take a look at what we got here ( ... )
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'The Good, The Bad, and The Wanted'Things like this have become almost commonplace by now. When Ludwig walks into his office in the morning, only to find Deputy Vargas all hogtied with some kind of fancy ropework and Deputy Honda standing over him with a funny sort of knife at the ready, he knows better than to ask. Gosh darnit, he really does. And yet he asks, nonetheless ( ... )
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One is the smart business he's done for himself and his family. While he may not have any land to speak of, he has certainly managed to reap the fruits of some of the town's more promising endeavors. A few savvy investments here and there, per se, and soon the harvest was bountiful. It doesn't hurt business that the locals have taken quite the liking to his homebrews.
Second is the smart home he's made for himself and his family. With business booming like it is, there's absolutely no need for his darling sister to put in time at the saloon. But Miz' Alice's licentious ways don't seem to be rubbing off on her, and she does enjoy playing the piano so. He spoils that girl rotten, he absolutely does, but to be honest, he doesn't regret it. He'd promised to take care of her after their patriarch's untimely passing, and that's exactly what he did. The girl dresses like a proper young lady, and she knows her numbers, letters, and needlework. She wouldn't have to lift a ( ... )
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But was calling him "Ma" really necessary? Though in the end, he doesn't suppose it matters, seeing as he hasn't got the heart to set Peter straight.
"Ma," he says again, tugging on the hem of Tino's coat. "They're not really gonna hurt Raivis, are they, Ma?" Without lowering his rifle, Tino answers.
"Not if your papa and I have any say in the matter," he replies, and that seems to calm Peter down some.
"It's just not fair. ( ... )
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Yeehaw.
And while crunching numbers out in the boonies isn't Im Yong's idea of an exciting day's work, it's a great deal cushier than anything he could have found on his own. And he's happy here. He really is. For that much only, he owes Yao everything. Heck, he'd be glad to give the guy everything. Anything.
So even though he has his reservations when Yao turns up with a surly-looking kid in tow, he'll willingly hear ( ... )
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"Come on," Gilbert says, kicking at the mattress, piece of crap that it is. "Throw me a blanket at least, or something, I'm dyin' in here" But the jailer just gives him this look like, 'Hell, do you think I care whether you're comfortable or not?' and proceeds to knock back the contents of his hip flask. And ignore him.
Gilbert grabs the bars of his cell and rattles them as loudly as he can.
"Hey, asshole! I'm talkin' to you! It's fuckin' cold in here, come on, throw me a fucking bone!"
"Pipe down," the jailer says, and goes for his newspaper. "Would ya? I'm tryin' ta get some readin' done."
So Gilbert shakes the bars harder.
"What, you don't think I was actually gonna hurt the kid, didja?"
Silence.
"Ridiculous. He's cute as a fuckin' baby bird."
Still silence.
"Gimme a blanket, or I'll come out there and give you a new hole to shit out of. Hey! Hey, listen!"
The jailer just yawn loudly and keeps reading. And takes another pull from his flask. And ignores him.
So Gilbert does the only reasonable thing ( ... )
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Korea. Hong Kong and Iceland being surly and intimidating. Prussia.
I love you, author-anon. These were wonderful.
...I must give you a present for this. Expect a fem!Canada piece in a couple of days.
Poor Latvia, BTW. He never catches a break.
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