Yeehaw! Or, Maybe Not
E/O Challenge: Dust – 100 words on the dot!
Spoilers for 6x18
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It's everywhere. On every fricken thing. His hat, his jacket, his damn boots.
He can taste it in his mouth, the grit against his teeth.
He can feel it in his hair; the rub of it on his skin. Gross.
He doesn't know how Clint did it.
Dumbass, Clint wasn't in the real Wild West.
"Hey Pale Rider, got a little dust on ya there."
He glares at his brother; the one who is smiling like a damn idiot.
He hates this.
"Enjoying this Samsquatch?"
That'll shut him up.
"You're one dusty cowpoke!"
Okay, that's it. Childhood fantasy officially ruined.
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