Arthur nodded. She was quite a horse, much like Boadicea, he'd never forget her and all she did for him.
He turned at the touch, smiled and brushed his knuckles against the other man's soft cheek before resuming his cooking and his story.
"After we left our horses we climbed high into them hills, pursued by law. Indeed, I was at my limit. I had nothin' left, every breath felt like fire and knives and I was bleeding more from coughin' than I was from any bullet wound I can recall. I gave John everything on me and had him run while I drew their fire. Eventually they were either all dead or lost sight of me and continued on all the same until I came to fight the bastard who'd ratted us out. Micah Bell. Was a hard fight, could barely breathe through it, and in the end, I didn't get to kill him."
He added the last of the ingredients to the pot and took a seat at the table. "I lay broken and bleeding, fingers on my gun, ready to shoot him but I was stopped. Stopped by a man I once considered...He stopped us, then both left me to die alone. Saw the sunrise that mornin'. Never seen one so pretty, or maybe it was just being sick and thinkin' it was my last breaths that made it so."
He got up again, grabbing bowls, mugs, and a wrapped loaf of bread from the cabinet, setting them down on the table.
"I lay there for...I don't know how long, felt awhile, but couldn't have been long as the sun was still comin' up, but next thing I know I feel this...agony. Unlike the TB, unlike being shot it just, it just went through my whole body. Then I...well...Heh, I transformed, into a bear." he said looking at the medicine seller. Saying it out loud sounded absolutely ridiculous. "Guess that big bastard who bit me was a werebear or shifter or somethin' because I can turn between animal and man at will now. The TB disappeared, like the curse took over when I was right at the point of death and healed me from head to toe."
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He turned at the touch, smiled and brushed his knuckles against the other man's soft cheek before resuming his cooking and his story.
"After we left our horses we climbed high into them hills, pursued by law. Indeed, I was at my limit. I had nothin' left, every breath felt like fire and knives and I was bleeding more from coughin' than I was from any bullet wound I can recall. I gave John everything on me and had him run while I drew their fire. Eventually they were either all dead or lost sight of me and continued on all the same until I came to fight the bastard who'd ratted us out. Micah Bell. Was a hard fight, could barely breathe through it, and in the end, I didn't get to kill him."
He added the last of the ingredients to the pot and took a seat at the table. "I lay broken and bleeding, fingers on my gun, ready to shoot him but I was stopped. Stopped by a man I once considered...He stopped us, then both left me to die alone. Saw the sunrise that mornin'. Never seen one so pretty, or maybe it was just being sick and thinkin' it was my last breaths that made it so."
He got up again, grabbing bowls, mugs, and a wrapped loaf of bread from the cabinet, setting them down on the table.
"I lay there for...I don't know how long, felt awhile, but couldn't have been long as the sun was still comin' up, but next thing I know I feel this...agony. Unlike the TB, unlike being shot it just, it just went through my whole body. Then I...well...Heh, I transformed, into a bear." he said looking at the medicine seller. Saying it out loud sounded absolutely ridiculous. "Guess that big bastard who bit me was a werebear or shifter or somethin' because I can turn between animal and man at will now. The TB disappeared, like the curse took over when I was right at the point of death and healed me from head to toe."