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 Don't Come Home - Solo Thread, Ain't nothing left there for you
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Don't ComeHome
there ain't nothing for you there anymore
Solo Thread
with NPC
words count:

720

Augusta, Kansas - - Cash Nichol's Saloon

Smoke curled up from his lungs, filling his throat before it poured from his lips in a heady cloud. Fuck, what was this? His third cigar? The scent had sunk into his clothes like a corpse in a quiet body of water: deep and eternal. And doing absolutely nothing to help him. If only his men could see him now... Most would probably laugh themselves silly: Old Dog mooning over a girl less than half his age, like he was Young Pup instead of the leader of the Scarlet Riders.

Still, he had come to the tiny town of Augusta, Kansas for a reason... one fiery, stupid reason: Jessamine Colt. It had taken some digging and more than a few beers and dollars changing hands, but after a week of no word after their last parting, Jasper had managed to track down the female outlaw. What had meant to be a scouting job to see what town they should hit next had turned into a tussle with none other than Vincent Love. That damn snake! Not that Jess was completely outside of the realm of blame. He knew that the spitfire wouldn't be able to help herself when it came to The Viper... But, that didn't make him any less angry or change the reason that he found himself in the saloon run by Cash Nichols.

If anyone recognized the Old Dog from the first time where the owner had physically thrown him out, no one said anything. Which suited him just fine. The last thing he wanted to do was make a scene before the real mess started. Things around Jess always turned into a mess, and she had finally caused one that he could not clean up.

Honestly, it was easier than he expected to be able to slip up to the room where Jessamine was staying. All that was needed was a few words from the girl herself. Apparently the owner was quite protective of the girls he found. Protective enough to lurk in the hallway while Jasper stood just inside the door. Granted, if anyone needed over protecting... it was probably Jess. She was shit at taking care of herself: too angry at the world to do anything but fail over and over again. And now she was here. Ironic wasn't it? That her salvation, a place with actual protectors, was the sort of place she'd been running from her whole life.

She was dressed in a man's shirt, holding one of her arms stiffly... must be where she got shot. Jasper couldn't help letting his eyes wander over the young woman. She was still pretty, she'd always been pretty, even with those scars. But, there was something too destructive about her to keep her close anymore. She'd name dropped the Riders to Vincent, potentially sparking more trouble than they could handle. And he couldn't protect her, not anymore. When it came down to it... if it was the Riders or Jessamine, he'd choose the Riders. Every. Time. There was no room for affection or anything stronger than a passing fancy in Jessamine's world. She was too wild for them. And now, she was either going to be put down or grow up. He hoped it was the latter, but he wasn't holding his breath.

"Well, I would say that you're a sight for sore eyes but..." Jessamine's cold glare made the words die on his tongue and a vein in his temple begin to pulse. Didn't she realize why he was here? Did she not understand what was going on? One would think... after all these years... some sense might have wormed it's way into her brain! And yet, the Old Dog could not bring himself to simply abandon her. Not without saying good bye. The daughter of Jacob Colt deserved that much. His lover deserved that much. Even if she was far too tainted and wild to be protected anymore. She needed to know just how hot of water she'd landed herself in.

"How did you find me?" Though her words were biting, Jasper could see that a bit of the tension around her eyes had melted away. She was happy to see him. For the moment.

"My usual tricks. People around here are way too willing to talk."

A breath of air that could have passed for a laugh left Jessamine's lungs and she relaxed even more, "Of course. So, you here to take me back?"

So she was hoping that he had come to whisk her away once more.

He was going to disappoint her.

"Old Dog?"

Ah, he could hear it in her voice now. That little waver, a line between sorrow and anger. Perhaps some small part of this had always expected that he would turn her away one day. Hoping even, because that meant that the end was near...

"No, I ain't here to take you back Jess. I'm here to tell you, you ain't welcome in our circle anymore."


Don't ComeHome
there ain't nothing for you there anymore
Solo Thread
with NPC
words count:

720

The road to recovery was a very annoying one. Jessamine was bed ridden for the second time in a year and it was beginning to drive her up the wall. The young outlaw grumbled to herself as she leaned back in the borrowed bed, wondering just how much she was going to have to pay these bastards back for saving her life. And she was going to pay them back, Jessamine couldn't stand being in people's debt. It put an itch under her skin, not the good kind. Like a skeeter bite, blooming hot and itchy, a welt that would take days to fade... No. As soon as she could swing her arm without experiencing the annoying pull of the stitches she was packing up and getting the fuck out of Augusta. This tiny little town was hardly worth her time!

The only things that she had found in this forsaken place was an annoying deputy with a good samaratin complex, a horn dog of a man, and more trouble than it was worth. Hopefully nothing had happened to Whisper while she was stuck on bed rest. She had told Cash about the mare and the saloon owner had gone to fetch her only friend, informing her that the beast was well taken care of. Jess was going to hold him to that, or else she'd cut off his balls before going home. Home... what a funny concept. An outlaw like her didn't have any home but the horizon. Maybe the Riders, maybe. But even they did not understand her, not really. No one did.

If they looked too deeply all they would see was the demon Zebediah branded her as. And she was fine with that. Fine/

At least she shouldn't be stuck here too much longer. She'd heard that a man had come around asking for her, realizing pretty quickly that it was Jasper Woods, the leader of her gang. The deep pity in Cash's eyes when he asked if she liked to see him almost made the young woman roll her own pair. Old Dog had never raised a hand against her. One of the few. And while she didn't trust him to put her above all others, she did trust that he would at least be honest with her. At least give her some money and take her back to the Riders. He could solve this problem for her right? Then she'd be right back to square one and that was right where she belonged.

Jessamine was so lost in her thoughts that she did not realize the man she had been waiting for had finally entered her room. "Well, I would say that you're a sight for sore eyes but..."

It was a relief, such a fucking relief to see him that it startled even her. It felt like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders, this man who she always forgot to care about until he was standing right there. Such a vile, broken thing was she... All Jessamine could do was fix him with a glare, not wanting to show weakness even to him. Falling back onto her old crutch once more, and he knew it. She could see the flicker of emotions across his face: she'd disappointed him. That was nothing new. When would he learn to get over it? This was who she was: broken, violent, hurt, bloody, and dying. Always dying. There would be no peace for the likes of Jessamine Colt. Couldn't he be satisfied for being a balm to her wounds when each battle was over?

What a selfish brat...

Still, she carried on as though it was perfectly normal for him to show up in the doorway, asking him how he found her. Of course he wasn't going to share that secret. Jess actually did roll her eyes at that, but smiled all the same. She leaned back against the hay stuffed pillows propped up behind her, looking him over, eager to get out of this place. "Of course. So, you here to take me back?"

Silence.

There was something stirring inside of Jess' chest, pounding away as the atmosphere between them thickened. For the first time since running into Vincent, the young outlaw was afraid. Very afraid. Nothing good could come from what he was going to say next.

"No, I ain't here to take you back Jess. I'm here to tell you, you ain't welcome in our circle anymore."

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