Sophie Scurlock

{beaming} That is one damn fine picture! Look at that man's grin! twitter.com/BPRP_Beastie/s…

An early days TWD story set in a dude ranch? I'm going to look at this as an homage. #Wow #SophieLyleAndSimonSayHello

@TheWeightOfTwo @_MustacheRide @OffKilterCanter "SIMON!" {Moving to the window at the sound of the girl's shout, he heard an earsplitting BANG and dropped to the floor, pulse jumping to a gallop. No longer at the Spur, oh no. That sound and he was mentally ripped to the hospital. The bang of patient room --

{muttering} There's somethin' in the air... "That's horse shit, girl." {Biting her tongue, she forced a smile for the leering stablehand, quietly wondering how fast ramming a pitchfork up his ass would get her fired.} "Don't you get it? Horse shit! 'Cause we're in --

{Walking slowly from his patient's room in a daze, he made for the nurse's station and a cup of coffee. Blessed coffee. A mental block from the cacophony of death, denial and disease streaming from the same nozzle that dispensed chicken soup and cocoa. He'd --

@_MustacheRide -- as she headed for the door, an eye on their cabin.} Ren and Stumpy? Don't know 'em. Is Stumpy short?

@_MustacheRide -- There ain't a /thing/ we can do for 'em now, Si. Not Bossman. Not Lyle's Pa. We've taken care of 'em as best we could and now... Now, we gotta take care of each other. It's the only way we're gonna stay sane. {Leaning into #Si, she kissed his cheek, pocketing the keys --

@_MustacheRide Hey... {Seeing the cloud that passed over #Si's face as his thoughts turned to Bossman, she reached for him, slender fingers brushing over his cheek.} You know what's gonna help today be easier to swallow? Not givin' those horrors one more minute of our time. --

@_MustacheRide -- with some kinda explanation as to the weirdness goin' on.

@_MustacheRide -- and watch every damn thing but the news. Sound like a plan? {Fishing the keys from her pocket, she opened the Saloon's heavy door, slipping quietly inside.} Cartoons, soap opera, anythin' but watchin' those idiots on Five try and come up --

@_MustacheRide -- Though I'm bettin' it'd violate about half of the employee handbook. {Gently bumping #Simon's shoulder with her own, she pivoted towards The Spur's saloon, boots crunching on the gravel.} We take the small set and a bottle of somethin' with fire back to our cabin --

@_MustacheRide Can we lock 'em in their cabins? {An impish look in her eyes, she slid from the seat and on to the ground, blowing on the tips of her fingers to warm them.} I could sure as hell use a night without any of the rookies poundin' on the door 'cause they heard a noise. --

@_MustacheRide -- her eyes.} You. Did. Good. Don't you doubt it. I don't. {Leaning to #Si, she brushed a kiss over his cheek, whispering low.} C'mon Big Stud. Take me home.

@_MustacheRide -- their friends. Their /family/. I'm bettin' they'd thank us for endin' their pain. {Gazing towards #Simon, she paled at the expression on his face, reaching to cup his chin. Gentle pressure guiding his look to hers, she smiled, faith in him, in /them/ brightening --

@_MustacheRide {mumbling} You did right. /We/ did right. {Nipping her lip, she holstered her piece with a shaking hand, reaching to brush a touch to #Simon's shoulder.} Whatever these folks were, ain't a one of 'em who'd want to hurt anyone else. We come along, save 'em from takin' --

@_MustacheRide -- {Popping off a single shot, heart sinking as the group turned towards the SUV, starting to head towards them, she steeled herself and nodded, shifting sideways to make room for #Si and his rifle.} {murmuring} No one /right/ comes at someone shootin'. Shit.

@_MustacheRide -- I couldn't stand it if somethin' happened to you. {Pulling her piece, she took aim over the head of the closest figure and drew breath, eyes narrowing.} Healthy people hear a gunshot? They scream. Drop to the ground. I ain't takin' a life I ain't gotta. --

@_MustacheRide No. {mumbling} No, they sure as hell don't. {Brow furrowing with worry, she put the SUV into park and let the engine idle, hesitating, unsure.} Si... I don't want to get close to 'em. Lyle's Pa almost took me out, and he weren't nothin' but a goddamn head. --

@_MustacheRide -- shit for it, but I'd feel better if the rookies weren't listenin' to news reports, gettin' imaginative and gettin' their underpants in a twist. Make our jobs a /hell/ of a lot easier.

@_MustacheRide -- face is frowned upon.' Bossman has no sense of fun. {blinking} Had. {Shaking her head, she reached for #Si, her hand on his knee as she watched the pine trees fly by.} We were thinkin', the TV in the bar might want to go out for repairs. Ain't sayin' we won't catch --

@_MustacheRide -- fingers.} We slip in past Captain Crazy. That is /all/ I want. That man starts in on bein' an asshole or spewin' his every thought about what might-a happened in the city, and I /will/ violate Rule Number Twelve in the handbook. {snorting} 'Punchin' a guest in the --