A/N- Here is the next chapter in my Red Dead Redemption story! Finally, this is the chapter you have all been waiting for! (I pressume) Jack and Eva finally meet! It would have been out earlier but I was watching the Royal Wedding (which was nice as we are one of the countries that still have a monarch and I also got a day off school for it!) which was lovely. Kate looked beautiful! After that I got distracted by Mythbusters then fell asleep on the sofa. I then had to update my Transformers sequel (Honey Pot) and finally, I've got round to this story. :) After this I'm looking forward to watching some Durarara! Anyway, a MASSIVE thank you to everyone who has alerted and reviewed this story. :) I feel so inspired when I get emails saying someone had review alert or whatever. :) But, please forgive me for rambling and enjoy the chapter!
DISCLAIMER: I do not, nor will I ever own Red Dead Redemption or anything related to it. This fanfiction is purely fan made and I only own characters and places that are new. I apologise if any of this material offends any one. I assure you I don't mean to offend in any way, shape or form. This story will contain coarse language and graphic violence.
Chapter 3 – Armadillo means new weapons.
When my eyes cracked open the next day at the rooster's crow, my mind instantly flooded with the memories of last night. It was my first night watch at the MacFarlane ranch and it had turned out to be rather eventful. After the coyote attack Bonnie and I decided to turn in for the night. After returning Charlie to Dallas Bonnie and I dragged our bodies to bed, where I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. As I fully woke I yawned and stretched, ready for a full day's work. I quickly dressed in the same clothes as yesterday and made my way down Bonnie's stairs. I found the kitchen empty, save for a bowl of oatmeal and a note. I sat at the table and picked up the note. Scrawled across the front was my name: Eva – please read. I stared at the neat handwriting before opening the slip of paper. Ink words immediately attacked my eyes. The note read:
Dear Eva, today is the day we go to Armadillo, I hope you didn't forget! We will be leaving around 12 noon, maybe earlier. Please enjoy your oatmeal, I hope it is acceptable; I wasn't sure what else to make. After you have ate breakfast meet me near the stables. - Bonnie.
I read the letter in silence then looked down at the steaming bowl of oatmeal. I glanced back at the note and thought about today. We're going to Armadillo to meet Bonnie's father. I smiled and placed the note down on then dug into my oatmeal. A few minutes later, after I had ate my breakfast, I left Bonnie's house and headed to the stables. I walked in and was hit by the familiar smell of horses. I smiled somewhat and looked for Bonnie. I couldn't find her so decided to go see Dash. I found that he was not in his stall. I frowned slightly before walking back out the stables and to the corral. Upon arriving there I found Bonnie standing with Dot Dot Dash's reins in her left hand, and her horses reins in the other. "Good monin'," she greeted, spotting me walking over. I raised a silent eyebrow at the tacked up horses. "Good mornin'. What's happening?" I asked.
"Well, we're gonna take the cattle out to pasture then we're gonna head into Armadillo. While we're there we can do a lil' shopping. Ya can buy some guns if ya want," Bonnie said as she passed Dash's reins to me. My eyes lit up as she said 'guns'. "I can? That sounds interesting," I said, grinning. Bonnie rolled her ocean eyes and mounted her horse.
"Let's get going then, cowgirl. Those cattle aren't gonna herd themselves."
"Come on, move, move, move!" I shouted as I egged the cattle on. They mooed and charged forward, throwing up a billowing cloud of dust as they went. Bonnie was at the front while I drove from behind. "Not too far now, Eva," she called back. I could barely hear her as her voice was drowned out by the thunder of hooves. I shouted back but I was sure my words were swept away by the current of noise. I swayed Dash left and right, making sure to keep the herd together. Every now and again stray cattle would break from the ground, only to be chased back by Dash and I. The sun was growing hotter by the minute as it grew closer to midday. "Move ya damn cows," I shouted. The cows mooed again but kept running. Soon, the trees broke and the ground became more open. We lost our dappled shade and were greeted by direct baking heat. I sighed and quickly reached up and tightened my bun before I snapped my hands back to the reins. Dash's dotted legs pounded along the ground and carried us along behind the cattle. In the distance the old oak tree loomed, and marked the pasture for the cattle. Finally. Bonnie slowed down up front, as did me and Dash. Soon we slowed to a stop and allowed the cattle to mill around and begin grazing. "Finally. Now, Armadillo?" I asked, giving Bonnie a huge grin. Bonnie sighed and nodded her head, as she leant forward and patted her horse. "Let's get going," she said, smiling back at me. I grinned and spurred Dash's sides.
"Yah!" I yelled and directed Dash towards Armadillo. Dot Dot Dash sprung forward, his hooves thundering into the dusty ground. Bonnie followed on her horse and together we made our way towards Armadillo.
"So, where're we meetin' your Pa?" I asked as we cantered along.
"We should find him in the Sheriff's office around noon, but judging by our timin' I'd say we got some time to shop first," Bonnie replied. I nodded and grinned as I imagined what guns would be available. I had grabbed some of my money prior to herding the cattle (I also grabbed my satchel) and also had my Henry repeater slung over my shoulder in a holster. "Let me guess, first stop Gunsmiths?" Bonnie asked, amusement in her voice. I gave her a wide grin and battered my eyelashes.
"Yes please, ma'am." Bonnie rolled her eyes but smiled none the less.
"Don't worry, we can go there. The one in Armadillo is good," she said.
"Ooh, I can't wait to get my guns!" I giggled, getting more and more excited as Armadillo sat in the distance. "I'd also like to go hunting one day, too," I commented, looking at Bonnie out of the corner of my eye. "I think my farther would be best to go with, I'm afraid I'm not much of a hunter," she sighed.
"I'm sure you're not that bad. Ya shot them coyotes well enough," I said.
"Yes, but that's to protect my livelihood. It's different when you're doing it for fun or money."
"I guess so. How's your Pa at it?"
"He's good, if a little impatient," Bonnie said as we rode up to Armadillo. We arrived at the top of the town, entering near the saloon. "How's about a good few minutes shopping?" Bonnie asked, smiling. I grinned, "No need to tell me twice." I jumped off Dash and hitched him at a post outside the saloon. I looked at the saloon with disgust and walked off towards the gunsmiths.
Walking into the shop I was greeted by the strong smell of gunpowder. "Good mornin'! How can I help ya?" the shopkeeper asked. I looked around the shop, gazing at all the different types of guns on display, before walking to the counter and smiling at the shopkeeper. "Goon mornin' sir, what guns do ya have for sale?" I asked looking past him at a buck head mounted on the wall.
"Ahh, well, I have many guns for selection. For example I have this beautiful Schofield revolver, a cattleman revolver, a volcanic pistol, oh and of course, I have this beautiful..." I tuned out what the man was saying; I was more focused on the weapons around me. The guns were mounted on the wall proudly, displaying their deadly power. I grinned at the guns and snapped back to reality as the gunsmith spoke to me. "So, which one would ya like?" I snapped my head to him and thought hard. What gun did I want?
"Erm, could I have a Schofield revolver with ammo and a hunting knife please; as well with ammo for a Henry repeater." The gunsmith beamed ridiculously wide and almost squealed with pleasure.
"Yes ma'am, please wait here while I go get ya new weapons!" he cried and scurried off to the back of the shop. I rolled my eyes but smiled. A few seconds later the man rushed back out with my Schofield revolver, a gleaming hunting knife, and ammo for my two guns. "That'll be 350 dollars please, ma'am," said the gunsmith. I nodded and fumbled in my satchel for the correct amount of money before handing him it and taking my newly bought weapons and ammo. "Good day ma'am," the gunsmith said, greedily smiling at the money. I rolled my eyes and walked out of the shop. I put my ammo in my satchel and slipped my revolver into its holster. I then put my knife away in its hip pouch. I spotted Bonnie resting under the shade of the porch and walked over to her, grinning. "We can go meet your Pa now, I've got all my weapons," I said, grinning at her.
"Well, Miss Eva, I'm glad you've got your guns to play with. Let's go meet my father," Bonnie said smiling back at me. I nodded and tightened my pesky hair in its bun.
Bonnie and I walked to the Sheriff's office where we waited outside. Inside, I could hear voices. "Well, pleasure doin' business with ya sir," a male voice said. I watched the door intently, waiting for Bonnie's father to reveal himself. Bonnie only sighed beside me. "Hey, Pa, hurry up," she shouted. Inside the office came laughter followed by muffled comments, which I guessed related to Bonnie's outburst. The wooden door opened and three men walked out; the first was older and looked similar to Bonnie. The second was young, probably a similar age as me, and he had a white button up shirt on and a sandy coloured jacket. The third was, as I guessed, the Marshall. He had the customary gold star on his chest, along with a grey beard and shining black eyes. "Ahh, here's my daughter," Bonnie's Pa said. Bonnie rolled her eyes.
"Can it ya old man, we aint got time for ya games," Bonnie commented, smiling. Her Pa laughed.
"Would ya mind introducing me to ya friend, here?" he asked, motioning to me. Bonnie nodded, apparently having forgotten I had never met her father.
"Pa, this is Eva White, remember she's staying at the ranch for a while, on her fathers request." Bonnie's father nodded and turned to me. He held out his hand.
"Good to meet ya Miss White." I shook his hand firmly, smiling.
"You too Mr MacFarlane." Mr MacFarlane nodded then turned to the other two men.
"This here is Marshall Arrington, sheriff of Armadillo." We shook hands.
"How do ya do?"
"I'm good thank you." Bonnie's Pa then turned to the third and final man, who looked younger than the other two, and clapped a hand on his shoulder.
"And this here is Jack Marston, an old friend of ours." I smiled and held my hand out for Jack to shake.
"Pleasure to meet ya Mr Marston," I said.
"Pleasure's all mine Miss White," Jack said, smiling at me and shaking my hand gently. Bonnie then spoke up.
"Now, we must get goin'. Thank you Marshall Arrington."
"Yes, thank ya Marshall. Without you I'm afraid our business woulda never got done," Bonnie's father, added, shaking the Sheriff's hand.
"It was nothin'. I'm always keen ta' help ya out," the Marshall said. The last goodbyes were said before Bonnie, her Pa, Jack and I were walking away and towards the saloon.
"Where're ya horses hitched?" Mr MacFarlane asked. Bonnie nodded towards the saloon.
"Just there. How did the business go?" she asked, talking to her father. He nodded.
"It went as expected." Bonnie nodded back. I only raised an eyebrow and cocked my head to the side. They're obviously talking about somethin' secret... I know I shouldn't stick my nose in places but... I shook my head, clearing my thoughts as we walked up to Bonnie's horse and Dot Dot Dash. I grinned as Dash neighed at my presence. "Hello Dash, miss me?" I asked rhetorically. All I got in reply was a snort and stamp of a hoof. I unhitched Dash and Jack stood beside me admiring my steed. "That's a mighty fine horse ya got there," Jack said. I looked at him and shrugged.
"I guess. You wouldn't be sayin' that if you owned him, that's for sure." Jack chuckled and motioned to Dash.
"What's his name?"
"Dot Dot Dash, or Dash for short." Jack laughed.
"That's a fine name for a fine horse Miss. Appropriate too," he said. I smiled.
"Of course, couldn't be anything else. And please, call me Eva. Just about everyone else does," I corrected, giving Jack a warm smile. Jack nodded.
"Only if you call me Jack, not Mr Marston, makes me sound old," he chuckled. I raised an eyebrow and gave him a mock suspicious look.
"Say, just how old are you? If ya don't mind me asking." Jack shook his head.
"'Course not Miss." I gave him a stern look. "Sorry, Eva. I'm 19." My eyebrows shot up.
"19? You look older than that," I said, surprised at his young age which was also the same as mine. Jack shrugged.
"Well, I had to grow up fast. How about you?" My eyebrows calmed down and returned to their normal place.
"I just so happen to be 19 also," I said, humour in my voice as I mounted Dash.
"Ya are? See now I thought you were older than that," Jack said. I shrugged and mentally smirked.
"I had to grow up fast," I said, giving him a playful smirk. Jack smiled back before my brow creased. "Where's ya horse?" I asked. Jack took a step back and pointed behind the saloon.
"That way."
"How ya gonna get him?"
"Like this." Jack stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled. We waited a few seconds before horse hooves could be heard coming out way. I gaped as a beautiful golden stallion trotted around the corner. "Is that your horse! Is he a Kentucky saddler? Am I right?" I asked, blabbing with my mouth hanging open. Jack smiled and nodded as his horse trotted over.
"Sure is, Miss." He mounted his horse, ready to ride. I snapped out of my shock and scolded him.
"I told ya to call me Eva."
"Are we all ready to leave?" Bonnie asked. We all nodded, Mr MacFarlane now sitting on his own horse. The sun was still hot and I was starting to become thirsty for an ice cold drink. I had almost forgotten about my new weapons but I remembered as my hand grazed my holster. I smiled as my right hand clasped over the hilt of my new knife. I couldn't wait to go hunting. "Okay, let's get back to the ranch," said Bonnie as she spurred her horse. Her horse whinnied and sprung forward, moving into a canter. The Armadillo citizens that were milling around quickly moved out of our way as the four of us cantered out of Armadillo. Bonnie led, followed closely by her father, with Jack and me, now galloping, side by side behind them. "So, you're stayin' at the ranch, Miss Eva?" Jack asked as we cantered back. I mentally sighed. I suppose Miss Eva's better than nothing. "Yeah, stayin' at the ranch while my Pa tends to some business," I said. Jack nodded.
"So you're a ranch girl?"
"Born and raised," I said proudly. Jack chuckled. "What about you? I'm sure ya must have some interest story as to why you're helping the MacFarlane's." Jack shrugged.
"Like Mr MacFarlane said, I'm an old friend and they needed help." I nodded slowly, still having lots of questions to ask.
"So, what do you do?"
"I'm what I guess you'd call an outlaw... though I don't have any bounty. I mostly travel around helping people and running errands," Jack explained. I raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, ya do? What about your parents? What do they think about it?" Jack's smile faded slightly.
"I don't know. They're dead." I gasped slightly, flinching as our conversation became awkward. I too knew what it is like to lose a parent, but not both.
"I-I'm so sorry. I know what it's like to lose a parent, if it's any consolation," I muttered, giving an awkward smile. Jack smiled back and I searched desperately for a conversation change. Luckily, the distraction came in the form of Bonnie shouting up front. "Slow down a second!" she said, slowing her horse. We stopped and looked at Bonnie for an explanation. "Listen," she said, "Do you hear that?" We all fell silent and, very faintly, in the distance we could hear gun fire.
"Maybe some one's hunting?" I offered. Mr MacFarlane shook his head.
"Too many for that. If ya listen careful enough, ya can hear people fire back." I listened careful again and, sure enough, Mr MacFarlane was right. I glanced at Bonnie as I made Dash walk forward.
"We gonna go check it out?" I asked. Bonnie was hesitant.
"I'm not so sure..." she said, her brow creased in worry. I offered her a warm smile.
"We'll be okay, besides I've got my new guns." Bonnie rolled her eyes at my comment. I took this as a 'yes' and spurred Dash's sides. He whinnied and cantered towards the gun fight.
"Eva! Wait!" Bonnie shouted. I heard hooves follow me and Dash as the other three followed. Jack rode up beside me on his Kentucky Saddler.
"Are you sure this is safe, Miss Eva?" he asked. I rolled my eyes but had a small smile on my face.
"One; I told 'ya to call me Eva, not Miss Eva and two; I've been using a gun a good part of my life, I think I'll be okay. Perhaps I should be worried about you, Jack." Jack chuckled at my stubbornness and shook his head. "I think I've been in enough gun fights for both of us, Eva." I grinned and faced forward again. We emerged through some trees and came across an interesting scene. A carriage sat in the middle of the clearing; only three horses were attached to the front and the forth laid dead on the ground, blood seeping from a gun wounds in its chest and neck. Cowering behind the carriage was a man dressed in ranch clothes. He had a rifle clenched in his hands but was making no effort to use it. Firing at him was three men dressed in Bollard gang outfits. I frowned as the poor cowering man pointed the gun around the edge of the wooden wagon and began firing randomly. "Hey, stop that!" Jack yelled beside me. Immediately the Bollard gang goon's attention was snapped to me and Jack. I silently gulped as their guns were turned to us. "Jus' keep on ridin'," one of them sneered, "This ain't none of 'ya business." I frowned and inched Dash closer a miniscule amount.
"Now, I'm sure there is a logical reason for this, how about you put your guns away, huh?" I said, attempting to reason. Another man laughed hoarsely.
"Shut it girly, shouldn't ya be in some man's bed?" he sneered. My eyes widened then narrowed as anger welled up inside me.
"Excuse me?" I growled. He laughed then fired his rifle, narrowing missing Dash's side. I gasped and Dash skirted to the side a little, frightened by the narrow miss.
"Hey! Watch the horse, ya brainless dope!" I screamed at him. In a flash I reached down to my holster and whipped out my gun and pointed it at the man's arm and fired, sending a bullet straight through his gun wielding arm. He screamed out in pain as the bullet pierced his flesh and dropped his rifle. "Ya stupid wrench!" he screamed, through clenched teeth. "Look what ya did to me arm!" His friends looked at his bleeding arm (which he was clenching tightly) before looking back at me. Their faces appeared shocked before they hardened and they pointed their rifles at me. "No ya don't," Jack said as he raised his own rifle and fired two quick shots, hitting the men square in their chests. They both grunted before falling heavily to the ground, dead. "What the... go to hell!" The last man hissed, spitting in Jack and mine's direction. I sighed before raising my Schofield revolver. "It is you who shall be going to hell," I muttered as I pulled the trigger and sent a bullet straight into the man's chest, killing him also. I put my gun in its holster and turned to Jack. "Think I can take care of myself?" I asked, giving him a confident smile. Jack chuckled.
"See I don't know, Eva. If it wasn't for me then those two guys would've shot you," he countered, smirking. I opened my mouth to retort but was cut off by the rancher.
"Oh my goodness, thank you so much! Please, please take this money. It's not much but it's all I have on me right now and I want to thank you for saving my life!" The rancher ran over to me and Jack and began fumbling in his pockets. He pulled out a small wad of cash before splitting it in half. "Please, take half each. Thank you again," he panted, breathless. I smiled a little awkwardly as he shoved half the cash into my hands then shoved the other half into Jack's. "Thank sir, it was nothing. Glad we got here in time," Jack said, nodding his head. The man thanked us again and quickly climbed onto his wagon. He grimaced as he looked at the dead horse before snapping the reins and sending the remaining ones into a canter. "Thank you!" he yelled as he drove off.
As he disappeared I turned to Jack. "You had that happen to you before?" I asked, judging by how well he handled the man earlier. Jack shrugged,
"You get used to it after a while." I nodded my head as Bonnie and her father approached.
"My, that's quite a shot ya got there Miss White." Mr MacFarlane said with a small smile on his face. I shrugged nonchalantly. He then turned to Jack. "And nothing short of what I expect from you Jack." Jack chuckled and shifted slightly in his saddle.
"Thank you, sir," he said. I smiled and mentally laughed. So he gets nervous when complimented by Mr MacFarlane but not a random stranger? Bonnie then sighed and spoke too.
"Yes, you two handled that well. Now, I hate to ruin the fun but I'd like to get back to the ranch before dinner time," said Bonnie, giving me a relieved smile.
When we arrived at the ranch Jack and I offered to take the horses to the stable. Bonnie happily agreed, saying she had to start dinner before the sun set. I sat atop Dot Dot Dash and held Bonnie's horse's reins in my left hand. Jack rode his golden horse on my right and held Bonnie's father's horse. "So, you staying for the night, or off to lands afar?" I asked Jack as we rode in near silence. Jack shrugged. "I guess I'll be stayin' a few days, then I'll head off to Armadillo and check in with the Marshall." I nodded.
"I trust you'll be joining us for dinner?"
"If you're offering for me to join."
"Of 'course I am," I said, smiling at Jack. Jack bowed his head, sending the brim of his hat covering his eyes.
"Then I would love to join you and the MacFarlane's," he politely said, raising his head again. I stared at his rugged, yet handsome, face. I found myself taking in as many details as I could in those few seconds before I torn my gaze away, not wanting to be caught staring. "Good," I simply said before spurring Dash into a few paces faster. Jack just smiled and sped up along with me. Soon we walked into the stables and took each horse to their stall. I walked Dash in after Bonnie's horse and closed his stable door. "Don't worry, some stable boy will come and un-tack you boy," I said, rubbing his muzzle. He snorted and pawed at the ground. I smiled and looked over at Jack. He had finished putting away Mr MacFarlane's horse but was still holding his horse's reins. I pointed questioningly at the horse. "What about your horse?" I asked. Jack pointed outside.
"My horse gets hitched up out there. I got my own safe house," Jack explained. My eyebrows shot up.
"You got your own safe house?" I asked. Jack smiled and walked forward with his horse.
"Yep. Really it was my Pa's but now it's mine," he said as we walked towards his safe house. I smiled and gaped in awe.
"Wow, they must like you a lot to give you your own safe house," I commented admiringly. Jack chuckled.
"I guess so." Jack and I walked up to a small cabin near the general store where he hitched his horse. I grinned and patted his horse gently.
"Your horse is beautiful," I said. Jack chuckled and gave his horse a heavy pat.
"I guess, my dad used to own him," Jack said, giving a smile and staring out into the distance. I watched silently as his eyes seemed glazed over. I cleared my throat.
"We better be getting back to the house," I said, snapping him back to earth. "Before Bonnie skins us and sells our hides." Jack nodded and the two of us walked to Bonnie's house.
"There you two are!" Bonnie cried as Jack and I walked into the kitchen. Her father chuckled slightly from his seat at the table.
"Calm down Bonnie, the two were only gone a few minutes." Bonnie sighed and began dishing up bowls of stew.
"Well, take a seat, the stews ready." Jack took a seat next to Mr MacFarlane while I took the seat opposite Jack, next to Bonnie. I thanked Bonnie as she placed the food in front of me. As soon as she took her place at the table we all dug in. "Bonnie, this stew is lovely!" I complimented. Bonnie waved a hand.
"Nonsense. Why don't you and me cook sometime soon? Your father says you're quite the cook," Bonnie said. I blushed. Trust Pa to brag about me to Bonnie... I shrugged, trying to keep myself from blushing even more. "Well, I guess I'm OK," I said, staring at my stew and stirring it. Bonnie chuckled.
"Well, we'll see wont we?" And with that she turned back to her stew and swallowed a mouthful. I scowled a little and ate a spoonful of soup. It was Mr MacFarlane who spoke next, after a few moments of soup filled silence. "So, Jack, where you headin' off to next?" he asked. Jack paused before answering.
"Well, sir, I think I'll head back to Armadillo to offer the Marshall some help if he needs it," Jack explained. Mr MacFarlane nodded slowly.
"Fine idea," he said after a small silence. I sat there thinking of what Jack had said earlier. He said he was a sort of outlaw... I cocked my head to the side slightly.
"Jack." He raised his head questioningly. "What exactly do you do, if I may ask? Do you hunt outlaws?" Jack swallowed his mouthful and placed his spoon down.
"I guess. Sometimes I do," he answered, giving me and inquisitive look. I smiled as a small thought hatched in my mind.
"Sounds interesting. Is it dangerous?" I asked. Jack shrugged.
"Sometimes, depends on the outlaw." I nodded and smiled. "Why'd 'ya wanna know?" he asked. I also noticed Bonnie look at me curiously.
"I was jus' curious," I said. Jack nodded slowly and went back to his stew. I smiled mentally. One day I'll find him...
After we had finished our stew Bonnie collected up the bowls and began to wash them, but she was immediately stopped by her father. "No, no, no, let me do this. You go check the chickens," he ordered. Bonnie only huffed and waved him off before walking out the door. This left me and Jack sitting at the table. "Eva, I may not have known ya long but I have a suspicion that those questions earlier were more than curiosity," Jack said, leaning closer to me. My eyes widened at the un-expected statement.
"W-what do 'ya mean?" I pathetically countered. Jack chuckled lowly.
"I ain't stupid Eva," he said. I pouted at him and crossed my arms.
"With all due respect Mr Marston, It was all due to curiosity, nothing more, nothing less." Jack chuckled again and nodded.
"Right. If ya say so Miss White." I frowned and pouted childishly.
"I told ya to call me Eva."
"And I told you to call me Jack." At that moment an exasperated Bonnie marched into the kitchen. Her face was looking a little flushed.
"Eva, could ya help me with the night watch tonight? Those damn coyotes have been at the chickens again," she said, sorting out her hair. I raised an eyebrow and unfolded my arms.
"Again? Those damn animals don't ever give up do they?" I sighed. Jack cleared his throat and stood up from the table.
"Miss MacFarlane, I would love to do the night watch with Eva, save you the trouble," he said. I looked at him then back to Bonnie. Bonnie was staring at him.
"Mr Marston, you don't have to if ya don't want to." Jack shook his head.
"I'd love to." Bonnie stared at him before smiling and shaking her head.
"Sure, sure. Jus' like ya father you are. Jus' like ya father," she sighed before sitting down in a chair at the table. I glanced at her then stood up and walked out the house with Jack. "Take care," Bonnie shouted as we walked out. I glanced back over my shoulder and smiled. "We will, promise." I closed the doors after that, leaving me and Jack to walk out into the near faded sun.
The sky had turned into a plum purple, with a few hints of pink. I gazed at the sky before looking at Jack. "That was awful nice of you," I said. Jack bowed his head and shrugged with a confident smile on his handsome face. "What can I say? I'm a gentleman," he replied. I raised my eyebrows and smiled.
"Oh, you are? Well, I think I'll take your word for that," I said, giving him a playful grin. Jack chuckled but played along.
"You don't think I'm a gentleman?" he asked, stopping and standing with his arms spread open. I giggled.
"Maybe. Maybe not," I sighed before spinning on the heel of my boot and walking off. Jack shook his head and smiled to himself. "You coming or not?" I asked over my shoulder. Jack began walking again and the two of us walked to the over the bridge and onto the outskirts of the ranch. We walked across the fields, now bathed in moonlight, one hands near our guns just in case. We remained in silence for a while, both of us comfortable enough to keep the peace and not need awkward conversations. However, after a while I felt the need to talk. "So, where d'ya live?" I asked, looking at Jack as we walked through the dry grass. "Well, at the moment I jus' travel around, but my home is in Blackwater," Jack answered. I nodded and smiled.
"Blackwater, I've never been there," I admitted, sighing and looking up at the moon.
"No?" Jack asked. I shook my head.
"I'd love to though. I'd love to go to all sorts of places. The only places I've been so far is my home ranch in Westwood, places in and around Westwood and here; places in New Austin. I really do wish sometimes that I could go to new places. See new things. See the world a little. I'd love to see them automobiles they've invented." I spoke more to myself then Jack, becoming lost in my own little world of hopes and dreams. "I love working on a ranch but the wild west is coming to an end, what with the war in Europe." I sighed and turned to look at Jack, who was watching me with interest. I blushed slightly and my hazel eyes darted around a little, trying to avoid Jack's gaze. "What?" I asked.
"I never knew you had such dreams," Jack said. I cocked my head at him.
"But we've only known each other for about half a day," I stated. Jack laughed.
"I guess so," he said. I raised an eyebrow, not really understanding the humour.
"Okay, so what about you? Any hopes or dreams?" I asked. Jack sighed and turned towards the moon like I had.
"Not really. Ever since my Ma and Pa died I've kinda lost my way..." Jack said, his voice growing fainter. I gave him a sympathetic look and laid a hand on his broad, firm shoulder.
"I'm sure it'll all work out in the future. Things like this always do, right?" I said softly, attempting to cheer him up. Jack looked at me and smiled.
"Thank you, Eva," he said softly. I grinned and he raised a brow.
"What?"
"You called me Eva."