Amazing Grace: Chapter 1
Ezra/Vin
Ezra's experiencing some problems
Sure wish they were mine, but heavy sigh, they're not.
He's Just An Emotional Kind Of Guy
The tracker tensed in alarm. He was leisurely making his way back to Four Corners from his early morning patrol when he came across a highly agitated conman. Ezra was pacing rapidly across his path and back. "Ez, what's wrong?" Vin's query brought a startled gasp from the normally unflappable, man.
"Oh, good evening, Mr. Tanner" was the croaked out reply.
"Ez, it's morning."
"Yes, yes of course it is." There was an awkward pause, as the gambler tried unsuccessfully to articulate his purpose in confronting Vin on the trail. "Yes, well than, I guess I should be retiring. Good day!" The buckskinned man grabbed Chaucer's bridle and fixed the flustered man with a firm eye, as the remarkably nervous gambler tried to mount. "Aw hell" tossed out the red coated gentleman as he dipped his chin to his chest. "You know Mr. Larabee ordered me to discuss with you or Mr. Sanchez, if I were to find myself experiencing...(strangled pause)... emotions. Last night Mr. Larabee………..wellllll"
"He said something to you?"
"Yes, yes exactly!"
"And you didn't like it?"
"My point exactly. Yes. Well. That's it, then. This certainly did help. Thank you. Mr. Tanner." The sharpshooter sat with his mouth agape as Ezra swiftly mounted and twisted away gigging his horse towards town.