Bretimus_v2
So tired.
Page 26, Ruckus
"...no good, dastard of a bastard!"
Luke's tirade was interrupted by a slam, as the Sheriff's door was kicked open. A dark silhouette stood in the lit doorway. Ross wasn't threatening, he just stood there one hand was on a hip, the other had pushed his hat up so he could run his fingers through his hair.
"How many times do I have to kill you, Luke?"
Luke was indeed a sorry mess. He'd been dragged by horses, filled with rock, lead and glass. He'd lost a lot of blood and replaced it with whiskey and opiates. He'd killed his first man that night, closely followed by his second.
"I mean, how many times do you expect to escape Death," Ross said, spreading his arms wide, "this is His land, His rules."
Ross started to slowly make his way closer.
"And I am His arbiter. But there's been enough bloodshed, Luke. I don't want anymore, we've paid the butcher well enough tonight. In fact, I'm even a little proud of ya. Who knew ya had it in ya? Only God knows, right? So how 'bout we just stop? No one else need die...no one needs to say sorry."
Ross paused, looking at Luke and smiling generously.
"Just get the hell outta here and never come back."
Take him up on his offer, page 16.
Draw!, page 23.
Tackle him, page 46.
"...no good, dastard of a bastard!"
Luke's tirade was interrupted by a slam, as the Sheriff's door was kicked open. A dark silhouette stood in the lit doorway. Ross wasn't threatening, he just stood there one hand was on a hip, the other had pushed his hat up so he could run his fingers through his hair.
"How many times do I have to kill you, Luke?"
Luke was indeed a sorry mess. He'd been dragged by horses, filled with rock, lead and glass. He'd lost a lot of blood and replaced it with whiskey and opiates. He'd killed his first man that night, closely followed by his second.
"I mean, how many times do you expect to escape Death," Ross said, spreading his arms wide, "this is His land, His rules."
Ross started to slowly make his way closer.
"And I am His arbiter. But there's been enough bloodshed, Luke. I don't want anymore, we've paid the butcher well enough tonight. In fact, I'm even a little proud of ya. Who knew ya had it in ya? Only God knows, right? So how 'bout we just stop? No one else need die...no one needs to say sorry."
Ross paused, looking at Luke and smiling generously.
"Just get the hell outta here and never come back."
Take him up on his offer, page 16.
Draw!, page 23.
Tackle him, page 46.
