Lyle Chance

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

@_MustacheRide @OffKilterCanter --uncomfortable whisper* Sophie... I /can't/. *head still shaking, his gaze snapped up, turning to the window* I have traps.

@_MustacheRide @OffKilterCanter -- the chair back, he ignored @_MustacheRide's fake-ass concern, and kept his focus on @OffKilterCanter, his voice dropping to an --

@_MustacheRide @OffKilterCanter *the head shake starting out slow, and picking up steam and vehemence with every passing second* No. No! Uh-uh. *death grip on--

@OffKilterCanter @_MustacheRide --scratch so dry his throat hurt* Where is he? Where's my pa?

@OffKilterCanter @_MustacheRide --*lifting an imploring gaze to the one girl he trusted above all others, he canted his head, his next words coming in a --

@OffKilterCanter @_MustacheRide --and snorted a queasy laugh, spittle flying before he managed to catch it with the back of his hand* You're kiddin' right? Sophie? --

@OffKilterCanter @_MustacheRide --incongruous words that didn't belong in the same sentence, he glanced down, a million miles away, to his own hand, --

@OffKilterCanter @_MustacheRide --ground him while he fought desperately to make sense of what they were saying* Pa's /dead/? *blinking at the sound of the two --

@OffKilterCanter @_MustacheRide *fixing the pair with an unblinking stare, he gripped the back of his chair for balance, letting the familiar warmth of the wood --

Sure, if stupidly broad shoulders and a ridiculous mustache are your thing, go on and keep tabs. twitter.com/Tingling_Lemon…

@OffKilterCanter @_MustacheRide --as the jackass spun back, flashing a fake as hell grin* *muttering* Keep your horses to the path, you shouldn't have any trouble.

@OffKilterCanter @_MustacheRide --to make room for @_MustacheRide's ridiculously broad shoulders ambling past him into the main room, his eyes narrowing --

@OffKilterCanter @_MustacheRide --the back of his head* Yep, I got some traps... *sweeping his arm in a lazy arc* 'Round the perimeter, ay? *back-stepping --

@OffKilterCanter @_MustacheRide I got... some traps. *Some traps? You have some /traps/?* *Pushing the door aside, he stilled in the doorway, absently scratching --

*She'd make a good mother. Just gotta bury the asshat in the upper field* twitter.com/OffKilterCante…

@OffKilterCanter --do I owe the pleasure?

@OffKilterCanter --open the door, recoiling in horror, blinded by the blazing sun, hand flying and squinted between his fingers* To what --

@OffKilterCanter -- around the doorknob, shifting from foot to foot* *under his breath* Inhale. Exhale, jackass... *heart jackhammering, he threw --

@OffKilterCanter --the flats of his hands over his hair, praying the move would tame any errant strands, and froze with his fingers curled --