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Reiley: So.

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We trotted our horses through the forest and Dusty was trying to get me to talk to him. The whole time I had to keep from laughing at his pathetic efforts to get me to speak up...that was until, that is, he brought up Roxanne.

"What did you expect me to do about her? She's my wife."

Not technically...you never married.

"What about my daughter? My friends?"

A. Your friends actually like me. B. Your daughter is mad at you.

"The laws are different here, you can't bend them the way you want."

Technically, I can and there more like rules which are more like suggestions.

"Why are you even here? I mean, why did you follow me here." My hand twitched in anger and I was preparing to say something however he said something first.

"Why the hell am being given the silent treatment here? I mean what did I do to deserve the silent treatmen..."

"Will you shut the HELL up!!!" I yelled at him, "A. I didn't ask for you to be here. B.I didn't follow you here, I wanted to be here. C. I didn't expect anything from you or all people. D. I can bend the 'laws' which are more like 'rules'. This is a book I can bend the words. Now, any more questions?"

He fell silent there, though I felt two holes burning into the back of my head.

"Besides, your friends do like me." I added quietly.

"D-did you tell your father about what happened that night?" He asked just as quietly, his eyes met mine.

"No, why would I tell him. The only person who knew was my Aunt...I think she just deduced it though." I said confused. Glancing around I said, "I think that this would be a good place to camp for the night." He nodded and we dismounted our horses. I pulled out my collapsable tent and put it together.

"What is that?"

"A tent."

"Why do you have it?"

"To sleep in, dumbass." I pulled out my lamp and lit it, placing it inside with my sleeping bag.

"What do you have against the forest?"

"Your there." I zipped the flap-door of my tent, blocking out his voice. Pulling out my book, Public Enemies, I began to read. After about 2 and a half chapters I heard Dusty's voice outside of my tent.

"It's cold out here."

"I don't care."

"Please. Why would you leave me out here to freeze?"

"A. Your a jackass. B. I'm mad at you. C. Your a fire-eater...light something."

"But it's warmer in there." I chewed on my lip, thinking. Sighing I unzipped the tent door, "Fine. Get in here."

He crawled through the small opening and sat next to the door as I zipped it back up. I wormed my way into my sleeping bag and returned to my book. Hearing a rustle next to me I looked over, and there laying next to me with his back to me, was a shirtless Dustfinger. I gulped silently and thought to myself, This can't be a good thing.

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X: Hate it? Love it? Think it should burn in hell?

Reiley: This is not fair and you know it.

Dustfinger: Do I get a say in this?

X: NO!!! Oh and the song for this chapter is "Ten Million Slaves" by Otis Taylor.