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Post by Josiah Larabee on May 1, 2009 19:32:14 GMT -8
LARABEE lonely 'slinger, lookin' for a job[/center][/font] Josiah made his way into The Livery, to visit his horse. Her name was Snipper, and she was a pretty little paint horse and was the most reliable thing that Josiah had known in his life. She and him had been through a lot. In fact, Josiah even claimed that the horse before him had saved his life, on an occasion or two.
She was his real home, for he spent more time ridig and caring for her than he did any other living thing. He had thought of getting a dog once or twice, but then there was the problem of training it ,and Josiah just wouldn't have the time for that.
No, this horse was the best and most kind thing he know. "You're a good girl, ain'tchya?" he patted her down a bit, checking that the blanket was on her securely enough and stroking at her mane. "You're my pretty little girl, eh?" he lauhed a bit as she leaned into him. Josiah knew exactly what she was waiting for.
"Carrot? I don't have any, Snip." Josiah laughed.
Snipper snorted, and stomped her foot slightly, leaning into him some more.
"Alright, alright, don't get all hoity-toity with me." Josiah reached into his pocket and pulled out a carrot. "Go on, and eat it y'little brat." he patted her kindly and turned to walk from his stall, when a familiar set of eyes met his. "M'am.... good evening" |
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Post by beth on May 1, 2009 19:48:10 GMT -8
Elle decided to go check out the livery. Some people sure had beauties for horses she thought as she looked around. Then amongst the horses she found him, the guy from the saloon, talking to and stroking a horse. It must of been his she assumed. Men hardly ever were so caring and dear to horses that weren't theirs. Indeed she had learned a lot over the years.
He then spotted her and greeted her with a m'am. She hated being called m'am, it wasn't even like she was married or anything. "So at the saloon I was a girl and now here I'm an old woman?" No way in hell would he call her m'am again she assumed. She calmed down a little. "Nice horse... you're good with her."
She couldn't lie at that moment. Elle had always adored how a good horse could make a grown man seem like a softy. "I guess I pinned you wrong before." Her cheeks blushed as she looked away from him in slight embarrassment. It was mainly an act at that point because she wasn't that easily embarrassed, especially not when it came to this man.
"You're not all that bad after all." She looked at him then in admiration. He had a kind heart it seemed at least when it came to his horse.
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Post by Josiah Larabee on May 1, 2009 20:16:45 GMT -8
LARABEE lonely 'slinger, lookin' for a job.[/font][/center] Josiah laughed lightly, grabbing a cloth that was hanging over the door of his horses stall and wiping his hands with him "If I remember correctly, I called you m'am there too. If I knew your name, however, I might be willing to not call you 'm'am'." he conceeded with a smile. "Until that point in time, though. I do believe to prevent my body from being roasted alive on a spit, I should stick to formalities." he guestured lightly out to the town street and turned back to Snipper to brush her down a bit.
"She's my horse. She carries me everywhere I go, it's only fair that I treat her with the same respect." Josiah said, gently brushing along her neck, mostly so he didn't have to go out there and face that woman full on. Truth be told, she reminded him of a lioness, hunting down her prey just to toy with it and then kill it in one fell swoop. Some would call her a minx, but that was too rough for Elle. She was a proud lioness, protecting her home and her family.
Josiah looked up to Elle breifly, with a small smile. "Most people do. I'm a gunslinger, the way people feel about me, appropriates to my work." he glanced back down to Snipper, who had started to lean again him in comfort.
Josiah laughed. "That, lady, is where you may be the slightest mistaken." The laugh wasn't real, it was hollow, and the smile he showed wasn't one of joy. "I've seen too many things for me to be okay." he said in a softer tone, and looked to his horse, refusing to remove his eyes from there.
What was it about this lady that made him push past all the boundries that he had made for his self? Made him change the way he spoke, the way he would act? It was tempting, and strange. |
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Post by beth on May 1, 2009 20:31:55 GMT -8
"Well we had a lot of company then," she told him with a smile on her face. "Now not so much wouldn't you say?" She looked down slightly and played with her hair. Elle would put on a good show for him that was for sure. "So, I think I can be a little more candid with you now. Please call me miss if you must, and I don't think it would be wish for you to call me by my first name."
She left it there because she knew he knew why he probably shouldn't call her by her first name. Just the same she wasn't going to give him a chance to. There was no way she was going to be responsible for anyone's death because of such trivial information after all.
"Perhaps though if you're ever out my way you could stop by to take a tumble in the hay." It wasn't what a proper lady would say necessarily, but she made it sound almost like one would. She looked at him like she would look at the cutest boy in school. Oh, was she going to have fun with him.
"Or perhaps you would prefer to race. Just be aware that you're horse will be chasing mine from a distance." She was good at playing hard to get, it was something that she had mastered. However, you had to lead them on just a little from time to time too. Elle was doing both to Joshia.
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Post by Josiah Larabee on May 1, 2009 20:45:56 GMT -8
LARABEE lonely 'slinger, lookin' for a job[/font][/center] Josiah made a quiet sound of agreement. "Miss sounds fine." he agreed after a moments pause, not missing the toss of the hair and the big baby eyes she was giving him. Is she really trying to get me killed here? He thought desperatly, glancing to the doors of the livery, and assuming that all was safe enough. "Doesn't mean we oculdn't have some unexpected visitors." he added tiredly.
At the words 'roll in the hay' Josiah felt a troulbing lurch in his stomach. This was not good, this was not something that he or she was supposed to be doing. He was an outsider, and she was probably promised to someone already. "Hmm, perhaps not. I'm allergic to hay." he said simply. It was a horrible excuse, considering he was standing up to his ankles in it, and had just been arranging it for Snipper moments before.
Josiah looked over to Elle. He laughed lightly. "Snipper's not a race horse. She's a tracker, bred for stealth and she most certainly would win any race which you see fit to place together." he announced simply, brushing back the last of Spinner and setting the brush down and picking up the finer one.
Spinner was shedding the winter coat, and she was beginning to get a bit irratated by the itching. Josiah did his best to help that, but there was only so much he culd do. "Here, Snip-- take another carrot." he smiled. [/blockquote] |
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Post by beth on May 1, 2009 21:06:07 GMT -8
"You're afraid of such unexpected visitors," she stated as she played with her hair a little more. Elle was going to get him good. "Hmm... and I am allergic to horses." She gave him a playful glare. "I am free of obligations. Of course though there would be some strings attached if..."
Oh how was she having fun with him. She just secretly hoped that no one would over hear them. If they did then they would both look rather bad, especially her. "Oh, I'm sure she can out run almost any horse. I can tell you though that I have access to one of the best horses around her for such a race."
Elle fiddled around with her hair a little and then turned to the dress that she was wearing. She took a couple steps towards him and then reached into her pocket. Her had grasped the hand gun and she smiled. "You know it's the craziest thing. I found this gun lying around the ranch." She pulled it out for him to see. "Personally I don't like shooting anything other than bottles, but you know a girl needs to have some sort of protection."
She gave him a smile and then continued. "Now would you think any guy would dare threaten little old me." So, she was tall as enough guys that didn't phase her from saying such stuff. "I mean, girls can't shoot now can they?" Elle then place the gun back into her pocket and place her hand over the opening of the pocket.
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Post by Josiah Larabee on May 2, 2009 11:54:28 GMT -8
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lonely 'slinger, lookin' for a job [/font] Josiah snorted a bit, "Not afriad, Miss. Just don' wanna have to kill anyone." he said, patting Snipper gently on the rump. Josiah glanced over to her, it would've been funny to see her twirling her hair at him, had it not stirred strange feelings somwhere in his heart. "Well, it's a shame then. If you're allergic to horses, it'd be best if you didn't hang around in here." he said shortly. No, he wasn't going to persue her or any other lady like her, it wouldn't end well for him. And he wasn't going to follow that lead that she had placed out for him, he was too smart for that.
Josiah nodded. "Well, Snip's a bit tired after the journey. Maybe some other time." he said, re-placing the blanket after he was finished combing her down. He moved up to her mane to un-tangle the black hair, his fingers moved through it swiftly and gently.
Josiah looked over to her, one eyebrow raised. "If you feel you need the protection, why would you not be allowed to have the gun?" he said. The handgun wasn't exactly what he'd call formidable, although guns seemed to be less frightening to Josiah on account that he worked with them on a daily basis. Most women he knew owned a gun, a little hand gun or a shot gun that was placed over the fireplace, in case of maurarding gunslingers that came to visit.
Of course, that was most women that Josiah knew, and most of them had a gunslinger as a husband and so, naturally, were either free to do as they wished or just looking for a night of fun. "Miss, I don't believe that women can shoot any worse than anybody else." he said simply [/size] |
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Post by beth on May 2, 2009 12:12:30 GMT -8
"The point is that I'm not allergic to horses, and you are clearly not allergic to hay." She gave him a look. "Maybe that went over your head though. That would be a shame because someone in your profession should be rather smart and in tune to that sort of thing."
Elle looked his horse over. "Perhaps some other time then. I wouldn't want your horse to over worked," she replied in a sincere tone. She then turned and started to walk away from him just a little. For good measure she played around with the skirt of her dress a little. "At least I suppose you understand that I can take care of myself." She then shortly after turned back to face him.
"Of course, sir, if you just happened to pull me up of the side of the road and on to that nice horse of yours I'm sure I wouldn't mind all that much. Just as long as you had good intentions doing so." Elle played with her hair a little more, twirling it around with her fingers, because she knew that it was getting to him. "Then again, I don't suppose you are the marrying type."
"No you'd probably most likely like not being tied down to a woman of any sort. It keeps things simply if I'm correct? Plus you're too afraid someone would kill you over little old me." She looked down and then back up with him with a slight frown on her face. Elle was still toying with him of course. She wouldn't want to leave town, even if it was for a cute guy.
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Post by Josiah Larabee on May 2, 2009 12:35:00 GMT -8
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lonely 'slinger, lookin' for a job [/font] "I assure you, Miss, that didn't go over my head." he replied sharply, probably with a bit more kick that she was used to, or should have been delivered at all. Maybe she deserved it, though. Maybe she would take the hint with his sort fuse and just beat it out of there, if she knew what would be best for him. And, in all possibility, her. No, Josiah would never dream of hurting her, but it may do a hefty damage to her appearance if she was seen walking out of the livery in which a stranger had been alone with her. A male stranger, at that.
"Hmm, yes, some other time." Josiah said, a bit distracted as he jumped over the door to the stable and made his way over to the feed bags, and grabbed one. In all likelyhood, Snipper wasn't really that hungry. He just needed something to do, to keep his hands busy. The gun belt made a joyous clinking noise at his hips as he strode across the room, and then back into the stable. "I didn't think that you were incapable of that at all, Miss." he said simply, again refusing to look up at her.
He retracted his beginning statement, she was a minx... just one in disguise. "No, Miss, I've got a job to do, I don't plan on marrying any time soon." he said gruffly. "Not that it would be any of your buissness." he added.
"Miss, being tied down doesn't bother me. And it's not my own personal safety that would consern me." Josiah tied the feedbag close to Snippers water bucket, and hopped back over the door to the stall. "I've got enemies, ones that would use any connections I have against me." [/size] |
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Post by beth on May 2, 2009 12:48:39 GMT -8
"Enemies? Well I could see how many men would be jealous of you." Elle looked him over rather well this time around. He was starting to become rather annoyed with her. She could sense that much. "It was fun while it lasted I suppose. Besides I'm sure you know where to find me if you change your mind."
She then turned and headed out of the livery and disappeared around the corner. Elle paused for a moment or two to listen for anything interesting on his part. She was rather curious about him. Not because she was sweet on him, but because she didn't know him as much as she knew the rest of the townspeople.
He was new and interesting to her. That alone kept her curiosity focused on him. She wouldn't loose interest in him for awhile or at least until she knew enough about him to cure her curious ways. Overall though he was more interesting than most of the guys that she saw on a some what daily basis.
After all when most of the town knew you since a young age it got rather boring after awhile. Everyone knew pretty much everyone else, well everyone except for the new guy. So to her the new guy was always the most interesting no matter who it was. It did help however if he was somewhat young and attractive she noted.
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Post by Josiah Larabee on May 2, 2009 13:05:33 GMT -8
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lonely 'slinger, lookin' for a job [/font] Josiah's back stiffened slightly. "I wouldn't see why. I'm nothing to be jealous of. Being alone all the time, and killing people is nothing to be jealous of." he replied. "But it's what I know, it's what I can do, and I do it well." Josiah looked at her "I mean there's men out there who know I killed their friends, and they wanna return the favour." he said quietly, looking her face over.
His eyebrows lifted, but he said nothing as she walked out. "She thought this was fun and games, Snip." he sighed, patting the horses head as it emereged from the stable. " Whaddya think, Snipper? She gonna be any more trouble?"
He laughed. "For some reason, I'm sort've hoping so." he answered his own question, and gave Snipper a final pat on the head before stepping out of the livery. It was a nice day, sunny, he hardly had use for the faded blue jeans and riding leathers, but it made him look whole, as did the red shirt, as did the faded red neckercheif that hung around his neck, and the broad hat that was placed on his head. It suited him well, and it was hard to imagine him in any other form of clothing.
Josiah was a gunslinger straight through. He doubted he'd ever be able to be anything else. [/size] |
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Post by beth on May 2, 2009 13:33:41 GMT -8
Elle listened in the best she could to Josiah's conversation with his horse. His horse was his best friend she realized. He talked to her about everything. It was very sweet and moving to her. The direction the conversation took before he left the livery himself entertained her. He didn't mind being annoyed she thought for a moment or maybe he liked having someone to interact with so that he didn't have to just talk to his horse all the time. After all animals were good companions, but they could only do so much.
She thought for a moment before acting. By the sounds of it she was putting her life in danger every moment she was around him and putting his life in danger as well. Then again his horse, his best friend, was constantly in danger just the same. So did it really make all that much difference?
After she thought about it she calmly walked over to him outside of the livery. It might or might not surprise him she realized and really didn't care which way it went. "So you thought you might have gotten rid of me?" She laughed just the slightest little bit. He probably hadn't thought that at all she assumed. "Well let's just say that you're the only thing keeping me from not being completely and utterly bored around her at the moment."
"I love all my friends and family here, but it all starts to be the same thing day after day after day. So you're the little bit of something interesting in my mind at the moment."
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Post by Josiah Larabee on May 2, 2009 18:01:05 GMT -8
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lonely 'slinger, lookin' for a job [/font] Josiah turned to where the voice was coming from and smiled slightly. "I suppose I won't be able to get rid of you, then." he said softly. "What, pray tell, will everyone think, though, when they see you walking about with such a rough man as myself.?" he allowed a wry grin to overtake his face.
"Well, then I suppose I'm glad to be of service for you, Miss." he made a slight bowing motion. He wasn't sure what she was doing, still talking to him, but he didn't totally hate it, it was nice to have a companion of the human variety, especialyl of the female human variety. Mostly because he delt with horses, and angry men who wanted people shot.
And the people he had shot, or the people he had to talk to, to fin the people he wanted to shoot. It was a tiresome sort of thing.
"Why don't you let me accompany you back home, miss?" He offered. "Nevermind what people may think or do." he waved his hand about as if to wave the thought away befor she had a chance to even speak. [/size] |
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Post by beth on May 2, 2009 18:16:03 GMT -8
"Rough," Elle asked with a playful tone in her voice. "Aren't all guys rough?" She raised her brow a little to emphasize her question. "I couldn't tell you from the rest of them if you had lived her half of your life."
"You've already been of my service, sir." She laughed at him on the inside. "I guess you could accompany me home, if that's really where you want to go. Your room might be a nice destination as well." Her cheeks turned a slight shade of red on cue. She wasn't all that serious about it, but she knew it'd probably get to him.
Elle than started to play with her hair and dress again. Yes she didn't mind flirting with him a little bit. He was kind of fun to flirt and toy with. "After all you are so rough sir. Maybe you could teach me a thing or two."
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Post by Josiah Larabee on May 2, 2009 18:57:43 GMT -8
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lonely 'slinger, lookin' for a job [/font] Josiah wasn't quite sure how to answer to that. He was different than most men, or at least the men around here, and the thought seemed proved to him as he watched a man and his sweetheart, or wife, walked by. The man was dressed up in a buisness suit and had a shorter hair cut than he, his clothes weren't out of line or dirty. Whereas Josiah was dusty and worn this man was cleanly and orderly. He felt slightly uncomfortable. "Right." he said dryly after a moment.
Josiah's mouth formed a little 'o' for a moment, but he quickly recovered and grinned "Well, Miss, if you think that you can't quite contain yourself until we get to your home, by all means." he guestured towards the inn, his voice lowered in a seductive tone and took a slight step forward, taking her hand and his, and placing a kiss on her hand.
"One should never be rough with a lady, although I'd be more than willing to teach you something." A devilish smile overtook his face as he released her hand and awaited her reaction. [/size] |
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