Simon

Me'n L'il Filly, gettin' where we're goin'. @OffKilterCanter

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

@OffKilterCanter --from its socket and stretched to the television* Cartoons, huh? You like Ren and Stimpy?

@OffKilterCanter -- I shot that guy in the fuckin' /heart/ and he just... *biting off the rest of the sentence with a shake of his head, he shuddered, huffing an exhale and turned back to the shelving, pulling an electric cord --

@OffKilterCanter --*muttering* /Dead/. Very. Definitely. One hundred and twelve fucking percentile. *pulling a near-full bottle of whiskey from the shelf, he shoved it in his jacket pocket, and turned, hand outstretched, passing her a bottle of vodka, his face ashen* They were /dead/, Soph.--

@OffKilterCanter Whatever the hell it is... *dark eyes scanning the Spur's gloomy interior, he reached behind, sliding the bolt across the door, long legs carrying him across the broad, plank floorboards to the bar* *an involuntary shudder at the mental image of Bossman* --

@OffKilterCanter --freeing his coffee from the console, his fingers warming instantly, and planted a kiss to her cheek* C'mon, Filly. Let's go steal us a TV.

@OffKilterCanter --he pocketed the key, he pivoted, scanning the empty walkways, his brow lifting* No growlin' or snarlin' Everybody's all tucked away in their beddy-byes. *ducking, he reached back inside the truck,--

@OffKilterCanter *cutting the engine just inside the gate, he leaned sideways, a well timed kick and a shove with his shoulder dislodging the battered truck door with a whine of metal* You hear that? *gravel crunching underfoot as --

@OffKilterCanter --And on the subject of the idiot. I trust your judgement. You feel the need to shoot him, dead /or/ alive? I got your back.

@OffKilterCanter --*nodding, he threw his free arm around @OffKilterCanter, holding tight to his lifeline* You got it, l'il Filly... *brow arching as she sank to a seat behind the steering wheel* --

@OffKilterCanter *flinching at the rhythmic drum of hooves, he spun in time to catch a glimpse of coal-colored mane disappear into the mist as the mare took to the field, outrunning the trio of gun blasts behind her* --

@OffKilterCanter --direct head shot, her lumbering body doing a sudden, grotesquely elegant pirouette, one full beat behind her spiraling head* *lifting his eye from the scope he stared, dumbstruck* *quietly* Well, that was just... /eerie/.

@OffKilterCanter --*squinting through the gun site, he squeezed the trigger. One shot to @OffKilterCanter's double whammy, and felled the older gent at the lurching church lady's side* That's just /wrong/. *scrubbing a hand over his face as church lady herself spun in response to a --

@OffKilterCanter Jesus Aitch Christ! *dark eyes narrowing to slits, he stepped into the space vacated by @OffKilterCanter, raising the rifle to shoulder height and took aim at the trio of undead worshippers* Are they... is she... is she wearing a fucking /bonnet/ for fucks sake! --

@OffKilterCanter --all the home I ever needed. Stop! Stop the truck! *swallowing hard, he reached for the rifle, staring out at the old, wooden church and three figures, two men and a lady, all strangers, lurching clumsily across the lawn toward the road* Do... do they look alright to you, Filly?

@OffKilterCanter --back in a cup holder* This is my family. You. Bossman and the horses. This town. I never wanted nothin' more. I wish I could have told him that. *a quick glance to her profile, he canted his head* The Spur's --

@OffKilterCanter -- he wouldn't be telling us to get on back to see to our own families. That's just the way he was.. *jostling gently with the truck as they moved over the hard scrabble drive toward the road, he set the mug --

@OffKilterCanter Our jobs... *a shadow of worry flickering past his eyes, he blinked it away and reached for the coffee cup nestled in the console, blowing away a head of steam before taking a sip* If Bossman was here, I'm not sure--

@OffKilterCanter --between his knees for warmth, and turned a brilliant grin toward her* Anyone comes near us, I give you permission to shoot'em.

@OffKilterCanter -- cows come home *arching one brow, he tilted his head back* Literally. *rounding the truck hood, he pulled open the door, dropping to a seat beside her, rubbing his hands together before slipping them --