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As Judas made his way over, he couldn’t help but note the scars across Henry’s speckled rump — and, admittedly, his gut reaction was a bad one. The flash of anger in him was a little hard to choke back, but he didn’t have a reason to believe any of it was Reid’s doing; especially not when there...

Morgan hadn't even noticed Sadie wandering -- not when, initially, she was so caught up in answering questions, giving out maps and information, or otherwise paying attention to the other guests. On a few occasions, as guests filtered back out the door and back toward their cars, she could swear...

Judas huffed and stood up, brushing his hands on his jeans with a shake of his head. "Am I dealing in stolen stock," he echoed ruefully. He took a moment to adjust his clothes, then stood up straight and turned to look at Reid. "Dealing in stolen stock? C'mon, now. Have a little faith in me...

It was a solid talk, Morgan couldn't deny that. She kept her theme so tight and redirected questions so well that she almost forgot where she was entirely -- for a brief, beautiful moment, her program was going so well, that she forgot about the anxiety around the lighthouse entirely as the...

Morgan wasn't the sort to stay out on the town for too long before work. Even having a late shift and having the time, she didn't really care to get herself too tired before work -- but then, her tired eyes gave away her state of constant exhaustion anyway. She was just terrible at resting, and...

Judas nodded along as Sam spoke. It was good to think he would be able to do what he wanted with the stock — he’d saved up quite a bit of money with skipping town in mind, so he wasn’t exactly hurting for cash. He’d had hauls tucked away in so many places that even if Cole had robbed him, he...

With all Reid had to say, it sure sounded like this little caravan of Sam’s really didn’t have the resources it needed to get where they were going. Looking around as he dug impolitely into his food, Judas could hear any number of languages— English, of course, but others too. Some Spanish...

Silver Harbor was the cutest of lakeside towns: This was a fact Morgan McCoy was certain of, and she'd been in plenty. Surrounded on all sides by thick mixed forests, with rivers and ponds and streams running through them and out into the bay, the only sort of outdoor recreation the Northwoods...

“North to Oregon?” Judas turned to Sam and raised an eyebrow. He missed the way Reid looked at him, as if he might recognize The Kid. He glanced past Samuel when he talked and nodded slowly. North to Oregon, huh? That sounded mighty promising. It sounded like a pretty easy way out as far was he...

Judas kept his gun out as he watched the strangers go. Trouble, those types. He wondered if there was anything to that threat— the idea that they wouldn’t forget that he interrupted their rustling operation. His thoughts were pulled away, though, when Samuel Harding approached and introduced...

Judas glanced again at the men down the street. He didn’t much care for the situation. He didn’t like any part of it: not the fact that the dumbass hadn’t even branded his cattle, not the fact that he knew his hostage was a thief but he couldn’t prove it, not the men loading their guns. He...

Judas raised an eyebrow and glanced between the two, then looked over his shoulder at the men watching. He met the eye of each of them. From the look of it, he clearly knew the others might be trouble. So he dropped the hammer with his finger hovering at the trigger guard. Whoever Judas was, he...

Cloud’s feet dropped off the seat next to him in a flash and he sat up when he heard the commotion: it was Reid’s voice that got to him first, loud and rolling across the open space outside. He stood up and took his bourbon with him out to stand on the porch. Judas cocked his head. The two men...

It was a different sort of misfortune that had driven Kid Cloud into Salt Lake City. Misfortune -- or perhaps good luck, in the long run. He wasn't one to call heads or tails before the coin landed, and to call it bad luck now seemed awfully premature and terribly presumptuous. All he knew for...

Morgan leaned back on one hip toward Warren, cocking her head and listening the two talk. When he glanced down at her— when it sounded like they might have to break in after all, she shot him another wicked grin. All the same, though, it ended up sounding like Warren’s way would be the way to...

Morgan just gave Warren an innocent smile when he suggested not committing a crime and shook her head with a shrug. It was worth a shot at least, right? She didn’t argue, though, and just followed when Warren went straight over to the security office. Naturally, the guy at the desk was also...

Morgan huffed and looked over at him, arms crossed when he asked about Wesley. “Let’s put it this way,” she suggested. “If I was no longer your problem, but I was about to do something kind of stupid and dangerous, and you knew you couldn’t stop me nor want any part of ghost hunting, would you...

She did her best to shake the feeling off, and when Warren took her hand, Morgan didn’t stop him. She just squeezed his back, trying to ground herself. But he didn’t ask questions, and she was thankful for that. She was no better: Sure, she tried to be social, and she played with the kids and...

Even as he gazed back at her, Morgan just looked right back, and either didn’t register or didn’t feel inclined to acknowledge how he admired her. She hesitated a few long moments, then looked back to where the kid had hurried off. “…Yeah, Wes should know better by now,” she mumbled. It...

Morgan chuckled at his comment. More forestry techs. Yeah, as if any of them would take a job here over the winter. She didn't even really notice when Warren's face contorted and he turned to look back at the stage. Her eyes had drifted back to his neck and shoulders, and the way his shirt fit...