Josiah 'Doc' Scurlock (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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milliways_bar2008-07-11 09:23 pm
scurlock) wrote in milliways_bar2008-07-11 09:23 pm
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There is a clearing some distance away from the bar which gets set up occasionally as a shooting range. A short time before sunset, a cowboy walks out with a rifle slung over one shoulder and a bag over the other. He paces off a certain number of yards, from the 'line'. Thankfully there is a good sized stump at roughly the distance he wants to shoot.
He reaches into the bag and pulls out several empty soda cans he collected off tables in the Bar earlier, and lines them up in a row, and drops the bag with the spares at the base of the stump before he walks back to the line.
Doc makes sure to check all around the 'range', and jabs a stick with an orange flag in it a few yards in the direction of the bar, to help get people's attention. He'd rather not shoot anything other than the cans.
Soon enough, he's standing tall, sighting the rifle, and pulling the trigger.
The lever-action rifle is loud when it fires, so anyone nearby would have plenty of warning by the sound alone. Every six rounds, he takes a break to reload.
ooc: He is botherable but obviously, get his attention first before you stroll on up.
He reaches into the bag and pulls out several empty soda cans he collected off tables in the Bar earlier, and lines them up in a row, and drops the bag with the spares at the base of the stump before he walks back to the line.
Doc makes sure to check all around the 'range', and jabs a stick with an orange flag in it a few yards in the direction of the bar, to help get people's attention. He'd rather not shoot anything other than the cans.
Soon enough, he's standing tall, sighting the rifle, and pulling the trigger.
The lever-action rifle is loud when it fires, so anyone nearby would have plenty of warning by the sound alone. Every six rounds, he takes a break to reload.
ooc: He is botherable but obviously, get his attention first before you stroll on up.
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A small shake of his head.
"Never do get their goddamn facts straight."
He quirks an eyebrow at Doc at the mention of bounty.
"Kinda price you got on your head?"
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Giving Billy credit for the men Doc killed, for starters. That makes him annoyed and he's not sure why. Maybe if he's going to get roped into being a dangerous outlaw he'd like the actual credit where due. Who knows.
The gun goes back in the holster.
"Well it was five-hundred."
A beat.
"...'fore we got the Cavalry Regiment brought down from Fort Sumner, last year."
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That's approval in Ben's voice.
And eyes.
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Doc might be smiling, just a bit, as he looks out at the horizon. "Course it didn't end well, but we got ourselves back together and we're tryin' to get rid of the last of 'em, now that we've got a new gang."
Nevermind Tommy's dead.
Nevermind Doc's next.
"We're gonna show those bastards -- Sheriff Garrett, he used to be one of our boys and then he took the money to start up a posse -- they ain't gonna take us down and we ain't gonna stop raisin' hell 'till we set things right."
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Something Ben's got to look into when he gets back to Arizona.
His expression darkens at Doc's next words, and shakes his head.
"Turned on you and got a posse together?"
Ben hates posses.
Just like Charlie.
His voice is hard, harder than he intends, when he looks straight at Doc.
"You give 'em hell and then some."
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Shot Tommy.
He was just a fuckin' kid.
Doc nods and keeps his eyes on Wade's. He doesn't flinch. Most men probably would.
"Yes, sir."
After Ben returns to the bar, Doc spends the last hour of twilight putting bullets into tin soda cans, and later, he'll ask bar for a few apples before he heads up to his room.
You give 'em hell and then some.
Yes, sir.