The Man with No Name
( Part Thirty-Six: Expectations )
So much to do. So much wasted time.
Secretly, he's proud of her for not giving into fear, proud she is one of the few individuals who is able to see the vulnerable side of him, and yet afraid for that same reason. Every once in a while, his fingers twitch for a drink and his stomach grumbles at odd times in the night. The shakes come.
The Storm Hawks haven't left yet. Something about wanting to check out the terrain and the old mining caves. That's fine by him; let those kids have their fun. If Master Cyclonis wants nothing to do with this ghost town, who was he to deny the curiousity of a couple of nosy brats?
She goes with them. She doesn't cry when he turns her down and inside out.
So he relaxes in his coveted room, stares at the ceiling and waits for his arm to heal.
She doesn't know it, but her wish is already granted.
She is his.
And what is his, he will never forget.