Dig Your Own Grave RP

Outlaw
"Good to know. I'll put you on Amigo then." She said, nodding to a bay blanket appaloosa that stood dozing in the sun at the hitching rail. "He's a good cow horse, fast, all you've gotta do is stay on, and he ain't dirty like some horses, he ain't gonna intentionally dump you or go to pitchin' on ya'."

Walt
"Alright." He swatted a fly that went past. "If you don't mind me asking, do you always have trouble like last night round here?"

Outlaw
"Since I been here, yah." She replied tiredly, scanning their surroundings once again.

Walt 
Walt shook his head. "Couldn't help but be reminded of the time there was a full on war over a theft at Farmer Grady's pumpkin patch. Poor man barely held 'em back - but I'm sure you're more than capable," he finished, making sure she wasn't getting the wrong impression. "Some people just won't let us have our peace."

Outlaw
"I sadly ain't capable of holding back 20 men while running on no sleep. That's why we're hiring." She explained, her face seeming to laugh for moment with rather twisted amusement before returning to it's usual blank state. "Some folks want to sit and do nothin then try and take over another man's outfit he's worked so hard for, instead of building somethin for themselves." 

Sylvia
Sylvia finished up and headed outside to grab her equipment.
Johnny
Johnny cleaned up his place at the table. He picked up Glove and went to his bunk. He set her down inside, gradded the stuff Outlaw had given him, and headed back out again.

Walt
Walt nodded. "It's good luck we came here then - Cherry and I have been through 5 other towns, excepting this one. People don't like foreigners, I suppose. And then there's Cherry." Walt trailed off. 

Outlaw
"Aye, some folks are right clannish. Like animals, anyone different is considered a threat. Most ain't so bad though, it's a stew pot of people out here in the West, all fixing to help tame the land. I've met men from Spain, Russia, Germany, Britian, and Ireland, all in the same saloon, along with them Spanish vaqueros and Indians." She paused to check her surroundings again. "Not right shy is she?" She questioned of Cherry with faint humor. 

Walt
That wasn't quite what he meant, but he thought it would be better for Cherry to clarify that on her own terms. And besides, Outlaw was very right. He laughed. "That's the mild way to put it." He glanced over at Outlaw. "Believe it or not, she lost some of her fire when Paul died."

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Outlaw
"Death of a close one can do that a person." She murmured thoughtfully, glancing at the bunkhouse to check if any others where coming.