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Two Of A Kind(Lancer/J. Ringo)
It had started out bitter cold.The air frosty.The sky was heavy with the promised snow that would soon fall .Scott pulled his coats collar up tighter around his neck.He took a deep breath and felt his lungs chill. A hot cup of coffee might melt it ,maybe melt him too.He felt like a ice sculpture. He looked at his brother,who rode beside him.He seemed not as bothered by the cold. At least no outward sign. His eyes were searching the area, habit with his brother. If they could only reach the town before the snows fell.
" Johnny, how much further to town?"
His brother turned to him. His breath coming out smoky in the air.
" Its about a half hour ahead.We'll get there before the worse hits, and he smiled. I know you wont to get to someplace warm, that has good hot coffee."
' Well your coffee this morning took the skin off my tongue.'
'Well it was hot, not my fault you tried to swallow it all at one time."
Johnny speeded up, and Scott hurried to catch up.They came into the town, just as thepromised snow started to fall. It came fast and heavy, as both brothers turned to the stables. Horses first,then themselves. Both dismounted as the old man came out of the barn. He smiled and looked the boys over.
An hour later, the brothers had entered the saloon,since it was the only place to get any
food or drink. As they walked in ,Scott walked foward. Johnny stopped briefly in the doorway, his eyes adjusting to the darker room. He looked around, taking in the occupants. he followed Scott to the bar.
"Well what will it be boys? Food, drink or both?"
" Hot coffee for starters. Food too." Replied Scott.He moved to the nearest table. He sat down, throwing his hat down on the table, stretching out his long legs. A smile brightened his
handsome face. The bartender was bringing over two hot steaming cups. He could almost taste it. That is if he still had any taste buds ,that survived after his brothers coffee.
Johnny seated himself across from Scott. He pushed his hat off his head, and let it lay down his back. He looked at his brother, before he turned he smelled the coffee. Its aroma was over powering after the days in the saddle. The bartender put the coffee down. Returning to the bar.
"Well Johnny, we have a chance to rest up a little.Why did Murdock wont us to come all the way to Remming?"
"The stallion, must be something special. Wonts us to take real good care of it. Wouldn't it be something if it turned out to be a broken down old plow horse?" Scott smiled.
"Well I hope not. Murdock already paid for it. He should have had us check it out first.?" Scott stopped, raised the still steaming cup to his lips, drinking, enjoying the feel of it sliding down his throat. He lowered it, and grinned at his brother. Now that's a cup of coffee, maybe the bartender will show you how to make it. Johnny half heartily smacked at his brother.
Johnny drank a long swallow, thinking it wasn't that good. He licked his wet lips, thinking maybe he wonted sugar in his next cup. Two plates of food arrived. Scott looked at his plate.,he poked it with his fork. He waited, apparently for it to move, it didn't.
His brother was staring at his plate. He picked up his fork and knife, sawing at the meat. It had the appearance of shoe leather. " I wonder whose boots these came off of." He turned and looked around the room at the bar patrons boots, Scott watched him and laughed. They began to eat.
Outside the snow was still falling. It was beautiful to look at, as delicate as a butterflies wings, yet with the power to kill when greatly multiplied. Cully looked at the snow flakes, and wished it would go away. He didn't like the snow, soon his new boots would be all wet. He walked slowly down the street, checking all the doors and windows along the street. He finished one side of town, and began down the other. Mostly the town had turned in. With a few exceptions, like the two saloons, cafe, and hotel. He wonted to get this done, and then he was heading to the hotel, and his room.
Ringo was sitting in his office,looking at the newest fliers, that had come in on the stage today. As he went through them, he pictured all the strangers still in town, the past few days. Seeing if they matched, he found none. He tidied up his desk, then he stood, maybe he would go over to the saloon, have a whiskey. He stretched his body, and flexed the fingers of his right hand. Checked his gun, before grabbing his hat, and coat and heading out the door.
The saloon doors opened and in stepped Johnny Ringo. Neatly dressed, gun tied low. His handsome features, lite up, by the smile he wore. He looked around the room, sizing up theoccupants. His eyes lite on a table, across the room. He stopped, liquid blue eyes met his. As the dark head looked up, he too froze. Ringo slowly started walking over to the table.
Scott saw the sheriff coming over to their table, actually to Johnny. He looked at his brother,
seeing his expression, guarded, his eyes locked with the sheriff. Scott reached out a hand, placing it on his brothers arm.
"Johnny..... "
The sheriff stopped in front of the table.
"Sheriff.....: said Scott. The sheriff didn't take his eyes off Johnny, as Johnny slowly came to his feet, facing the sheriff....
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Two Of A Kind(Lancer/J. Ringo)
It had started out bitter cold.The air frosty.The sky was heavy with the promised snow that would soon fall .Scott pulled his coats collar up tighter around his neck.He took a deep breath and felt his lungs chill. A hot cup of coffee might melt it ,maybe melt him too.He felt like a ice sculpture. He looked at his brother,who rode beside him.He seemed not as bothered by the cold. At least no outward sign. His eyes were searching the area, habit with his brother. If they could only reach the town before the snows fell.
" Johnny, how much further to town?"
His brother turned to him. His breath coming out smoky in the air.
" Its about a half hour ahead.We'll get there before the worse hits, and he smiled. I know you wont to get to someplace warm, that has good hot coffee."
' Well your coffee this morning took the skin off my tongue.'
'Well it was hot, not my fault you tried to swallow it all at one time."
Johnny speeded up, and Scott hurried to catch up.They came into the town, just as thepromised snow started to fall. It came fast and heavy, as both brothers turned to the stables. Horses first,then themselves. Both dismounted as the old man came out of the barn. He smiled and looked the boys over.
An hour later, the brothers had entered the saloon,since it was the only place to get any
food or drink. As they walked in ,Scott walked foward. Johnny stopped briefly in the doorway, his eyes adjusting to the darker room. He looked around, taking in the occupants. he followed Scott to the bar.
"Well what will it be boys? Food, drink or both?"
" Hot coffee for starters. Food too." Replied Scott.He moved to the nearest table. He sat down, throwing his hat down on the table, stretching out his long legs. A smile brightened his
handsome face. The bartender was bringing over two hot steaming cups. He could almost taste it. That is if he still had any taste buds ,that survived after his brothers coffee.
Johnny seated himself across from Scott. He pushed his hat off his head, and let it lay down his back. He looked at his brother, before he turned he smelled the coffee. Its aroma was over powering after the days in the saddle. The bartender put the coffee down. Returning to the bar.
"Well Johnny, we have a chance to rest up a little.Why did Murdock wont us to come all the way to Remming?"
"The stallion, must be something special. Wonts us to take real good care of it. Wouldn't it be something if it turned out to be a broken down old plow horse?" Scott smiled.
"Well I hope not. Murdock already paid for it. He should have had us check it out first.?" Scott stopped, raised the still steaming cup to his lips, drinking, enjoying the feel of it sliding down his throat. He lowered it, and grinned at his brother. Now that's a cup of coffee, maybe the bartender will show you how to make it. Johnny half heartily smacked at his brother.
Johnny drank a long swallow, thinking it wasn't that good. He licked his wet lips, thinking maybe he wonted sugar in his next cup. Two plates of food arrived. Scott looked at his plate.,he poked it with his fork. He waited, apparently for it to move, it didn't.
His brother was staring at his plate. He picked up his fork and knife, sawing at the meat. It had the appearance of shoe leather. " I wonder whose boots these came off of." He turned and looked around the room at the bar patrons boots, Scott watched him and laughed. They began to eat.
Outside the snow was still falling. It was beautiful to look at, as delicate as a butterflies wings, yet with the power to kill when greatly multiplied. Cully looked at the snow flakes, and wished it would go away. He didn't like the snow, soon his new boots would be all wet. He walked slowly down the street, checking all the doors and windows along the street. He finished one side of town, and began down the other. Mostly the town had turned in. With a few exceptions, like the two saloons, cafe, and hotel. He wonted to get this done, and then he was heading to the hotel, and his room.
Ringo was sitting in his office,looking at the newest fliers, that had come in on the stage today. As he went through them, he pictured all the strangers still in town, the past few days. Seeing if they matched, he found none. He tidied up his desk, then he stood, maybe he would go over to the saloon, have a whiskey. He stretched his body, and flexed the fingers of his right hand. Checked his gun, before grabbing his hat, and coat and heading out the door.
The saloon doors opened and in stepped Johnny Ringo. Neatly dressed, gun tied low. His handsome features, lite up, by the smile he wore. He looked around the room, sizing up theoccupants. His eyes lite on a table, across the room. He stopped, liquid blue eyes met his. As the dark head looked up, he too froze. Ringo slowly started walking over to the table.
Scott saw the sheriff coming over to their table, actually to Johnny. He looked at his brother,
seeing his expression, guarded, his eyes locked with the sheriff. Scott reached out a hand, placing it on his brothers arm.
"Johnny..... "
The sheriff stopped in front of the table.
"Sheriff.....: said Scott. The sheriff didn't take his eyes off Johnny, as Johnny slowly came to his feet, facing the sheriff....
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