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Josephine sat forward with interest as he spoke, repositioning to be more comfortable, elbows on her knees, her skinny ankles crossing over one another and tucking her feet beneath her bent legs. As much as he openly disdained his profession and painted a deadly and undesirable picture with his...

Her eyes had lifted from her lap in the final moments of his attention’s deviation. When he looked pointedly at her eyes, he’d find she was already watching him, and it would be difficult to know if the apprehension expressed in her doe-eyed visage was in anticipation of his answer, or because...

She nodded along, listening attentively to his reasoning- her question inspired not by doubt, but desire to understand for herself. Intuitive as she was, there was only so much she could infer on her own, and she realized within her first few days on the trail that the knowledge she lacked was...

The afternoon had not yet passed, but the world was colorless and dim, reflecting the turbulent, interweaving grey cloudscape that bloomed across the whole breadth of sky. Every so often, a spiderweb of lightning would crackle, illuminating the world in its brilliance, making everything flash...

His impassive stare in response to her enlivened temper served to frustrate the reactive girl further, wishing he would just get angry and fight with her rather than have her own blood boiling and no way to release the rising pressure. Nothing affected him, he was eternally stern with only hints...

The slight woman spun sharply in response to his words with a defensive and reckless twinge to her eyes, practically baring her teeth at him with the amount of feral rage that filled her. “Are you fucking deaf?” She asked emphatically. “Is something wrong with your head? I never asked you to...

His response was predictably humorless, always so serious and rigid in his thinking, not having the same reckless abandon as his young companion. She sucked on her cheeks, rolling her eyes up to the swirling sky still visible through gaps in the interwoven trees as if to demonstrate the attitude...

“…Hmm?” She murmured breathily, seeming for a moment that she might stir and then drop right back to sleep for how tight a hold on her exhaustion had taken, but her eyes opened, lucidness returning quickly when she noticed his shadow over her. She blinked her unfocused eyes rapidly, squeezing...

“Good.” Was her only answer as he elaborated more details of how the man she’d shot had died. She sounded more sure about it than she felt, reminded once more of Jonathon and how he, too, had died ugly. There in the mud, moaning and sputtering and bleeding until there was more blood out of him...

After he spoke, Josephine examined the width of her index finger, bending and inspecting the size against the imagined bullet. It was not lost on her that his words and expression had subtly shifted in tone, reservations befalling him though mild in effect. She didn’t doubt his expertise, he...

Josephine was confused when he insisted that the Grahams were, in fact, still alive. All of them, except for Jonathan – the boy as he called him. She swayed gently to the rhythm of her horse’s easy stroll, following his lead with subtle cues given with her heels and tension on the reins. As far...

His explanation caused her pause, atypically silent as she thought and tested the seams of his words for threads of deceit. She pressed her lips together, instinctively distrustful and expecting that she was being tricked, having learned how harsh and deceptive life could be and rightfully...