The horseman of famine was quick to pull out a small hand mirror from one of his saddle bags to get a look at himself. Either Abby had one hell of a sense of humor or his God did. Either way he couldn't help but sigh in dismay as he stared at the face looking back at him. Couldn't deny it was a...
"Surprise me, long as you at least don't make me look too old or ugly. Not feelin in the mood to deal with that I want to be able to still do my job in town. Nobody listens to a face that's hard to look at." He grimaced as he rubbed the side of his face. The bandages were already being soaked...
Well well well, looked to be they had another among their ranks. It had been an eternity since he had seen them adopt a new member. Stranger manner than he was used to for it but least she seemed to be finding her voice in the process. Even stranger yet was seeing a softer side to Abel seeping...
"Tell me about it. They're always making a mess of things." She huffed. Her eyes immediately shooting over to Connor with his little comment on the one named Blair. If she hadn't exhausted all her anger on her father she would have up and decked him then and there. "Sadly no way with these...
The young woman couldn't help her look of confusion at the lot of them. It hadn't crossed her mind that she'd have to explain it to this group. She figured they already knew. "I'm honestly flabbergasted y'all don't know Pawpaw. Maybe you recognize him under the name Jean-Paul Packard, ex Virtue...
"I ain't got time for that, but I'll gladly show you some lead too if you keep this up." Despite the glare towards her, the young woman suddenly felt her cheeks flush. A slew of emotions both worry and fluster that she did not expect nor want in those moments. Hair tips flaring up in fire she...
A little snort of a laugh escaped her. Least some around here were entertaining. One would take him off her hands and the other was concerned about his well being. "Go ahead and try at least, he keeps me waiting for the right thing to finally take out the old bastard. Can't be that damned hard...
She cocked her gun again and aimed it down at the man writhing in pain on the ground. A sour look on her face as she was soon surrounded by others and their barrels all aimed at her. "Course you got a posse. Jackass." She spat at him. A bit of her blue green flames flaring up as she turned her...