( micah paused , listening to the words pouring from dutch ’ s throat — stern tone , furrowed eyebrows . micah himself didn ’ t feel like he had pushed it too far —
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Dutch had to refrain from eliciting any noise from his throat at the sudden closeness forced upon him again —
The lips against his skin —
the constriction — closing him in—?
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𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 ’ , sir . if y ’ want me to leave , i ’ ll stop pesterin ’ ya for the day .. but , come on , boss .
i respect your decision .. i respect you more than y ’ know ..
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clearly , making himself appear bigger , a threat — teeth bared as he criticized every move . )
i d ’ no why dutch keeps ya ’ around ... y ’ re nothin ’ more than an extra 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 .. a mouth t ’ feed .
sayin ’ you ain ’ t gettin ’ 𝙩𝙤𝙤 comfortable .. and here y ’ are , droppin ’ shit .
look at 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 , y ’ damn idiot .
( micah laughed once more , his tone gradually raising —
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A flinch at the hand —
“ I—I’m just — t-tryin’ t’ be useful . ”
He murmurs . Almost difficult to hear .
He steals a glance at him but almost immediately shuns his eyes .
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listen .. boy — look at me .
( clearing his throat , the opposing hand now resting on his holster once more . )
like i said , y ’ re actin ’ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 comfortable around us ..
a place that ain ’ t even your family .
( after kieran ’ s yell , micah ’ s eyes widened ever so slightly — before erupting into a chuckle , calming himself down ,,
and walking back close to him , placing a hand on his shoulder . )
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“ Well . . I—I 𝙖𝙢 thinkin’ ! I—If his shoes ain’t fixed up o-or he’s too hurt — or — or stressed he ain’t gonna be — a-able to ride ! ”
Still incapable of looking him in the eye , he scratches anxiously at his beard .
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no , don ’ t look away , o ’ driscoll ..
look at me when i ’ m talkin ’ to you .
( he stepped closer , but slightly backed away at the mention of dutch .
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He swears that the gulp he just swallowed was hell verbal . A tremble in his form .
“ … I—I . . well — i just — I saw he was — uhm . . bit bruised up . . n’ — he — wasn’t walkin’ proper . . . I—I just thought — ”
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great — dutch had given him the permission . his hands raised , opening as he backed off , 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘹 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . )
the hell d ’ ya think happens to the damn horse , when he ’ s in the middle of open fire ?
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now , 𝘰 ’ 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭 ..
who gave you 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 ,
t ’ do 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 ?
( micah stood up , tilting his head to the side as he closed the distance , hand trailing to his holster .
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“ N-Now I ain’t no O’Driscoll , mister . . . I— I was just tendin’ t’ the 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 … ”
He croaks . Fidgeting with the bristles of the horse-brush .
“ . . Baylock was . . ehh .. next — on m’ list— 𝘴𝘪𝘳 . ”
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