Arthur rode on back to camp, drinking the strange but delicious peach flavored alcohol which might have been better ingested with a spoon with how thick it was. But he downed it and felt better for it, by placebo or because the medicine seller actually knew what he was doing.
The rest of the day was one more event after the other. The train, the loss of John, the loss of Abigail, finding one and then riding back to camp after dealing with Milton, thinking of all the folk he'd helped, and the medicine seller himself too. John back from the dead to fight alongside him against Micah and Dutch, climbing through the caves with him to escape the Pinkertons, then riding hard to continue to run.
Edelweiss falling, having carried him so far for so long, but he had no time to mourn her with the law on their tails. They climbed, and climbed, climbed until he couldn't anymore.
He gave the man his brother his hat, his satchel, and would give his life to ensure the bastards stayed on him while the younger escaped.
Micah. He wanted so bad to tear into him for the longest time, and he got his chance, fists choking, falling-
Dutch...Oh Dutch...
But John got away. He got away, and would be able to live.
Micah and Dutch left him...left him to die, and watch the sunrise...
Winters were hard up in the East Grizzlies, but there was a warm looking cabin by a half frozen lake with smoke billowing from the chimney. Out back with a blanket over his peachy gold coat to keep the cold off him was a beautiful older stallion, enjoying a meal of fresh hay. His ears perked and he nickered at the sight of the medicine seller.
A knock upon the door revealed no one home, but they clearly hadn't been gone long as there was a fire going and there were vegetables, herbs, and spices laid out on the table with a pot of water just starting to come to a boil.
how it should have ended lmao *gross sobbing*
The rest of the day was one more event after the other. The train, the loss of John, the loss of Abigail, finding one and then riding back to camp after dealing with Milton, thinking of all the folk he'd helped, and the medicine seller himself too. John back from the dead to fight alongside him against Micah and Dutch, climbing through the caves with him to escape the Pinkertons, then riding hard to continue to run.
Edelweiss falling, having carried him so far for so long, but he had no time to mourn her with the law on their tails. They climbed, and climbed, climbed until he couldn't anymore.
He gave the man his brother his hat, his satchel, and would give his life to ensure the bastards stayed on him while the younger escaped.
Micah. He wanted so bad to tear into him for the longest time, and he got his chance, fists choking, falling-
Dutch...Oh Dutch...
But John got away. He got away, and would be able to live.
Micah and Dutch left him...left him to die, and watch the sunrise...
Winters were hard up in the East Grizzlies, but there was a warm looking cabin by a half frozen lake with smoke billowing from the chimney. Out back with a blanket over his peachy gold coat to keep the cold off him was a beautiful older stallion, enjoying a meal of fresh hay. His ears perked and he nickered at the sight of the medicine seller.
A knock upon the door revealed no one home, but they clearly hadn't been gone long as there was a fire going and there were vegetables, herbs, and spices laid out on the table with a pot of water just starting to come to a boil.
A familiar scent also lingered in the cabin.