Re: Talks and Chaos (Billy, Kristal, Casey)
>>Danny then began talking to her about how it had been one of the men she hired that had started the fight in the saloon and Kristal frowned. She didn't like men who made a ruckus. It caused people to talk... and if that man mentioned her... well her plan would be over in a heart beat. It now appeared that she had a wayward soul to deal with. But for now, she needed to see if Billy was with her or not. Hearing the sound of Kid's voice shouting at someone, Kristal turned her head and moved Midnight a bit to get a better look. It was young man... and a sheriff no less, that Billy had been shouting at. Slowly, Kristal's left hand slid to her gun just in case this lawdog got any ideas. "Looks ta me like ya got yer work cut out fer ya." Kristal told the man, though the way he was eyeing her made her feel uncomfortable. "Enjoy." Kris tipped her hat to the young man and turned Midnight in the opposite direction. "Let's go 'afore he gets any ideas."
Casey's eyes were trained unfallibly on the blonde woman, and even through the several years of wear from the hot sun and hard living, he could tell it was her. As plain as day, it was her his sister, Kristal. Her name bubbled on his lips but he hadn't the gumption or the coherence to speak as he stared at her in amazement, watching she and her companions mount their horses. He should go after them; it was his duty, and he wore his badge proudly, but still, there was a part of him that didn't simply because she was his sister. And yet, he wanted to know why she'd abandoned him, left him there at Craig's farm when she was clearly still alive and now acting as if she didn't know him. Why?
Blinking away a couple of stray tears, the young sheriff stepped forward, defiance streaking across his features to replace the wave of pain. "No." he said, his voice firm and authortic. "Why did you abandon me?" he sniffed. "I want answers and after all of these years of thinking you were dead, I think I deserve them. You left me there no you *abandoned* me there and you never came back." Anger struck his voice, spiking it to an unlevel and shaky degree as he glared at them at her.
Billy watched with careful eyes, shifting them between the two. The boy seemed a little more than unstable; he seemed passionate over something revenge maybe? The Kid couldn't tell, but whatever it was it was making him extremely uneasy. He waited for direction, shifting his weight in the saddle as he turned toward the boy and tipped his hat up over his forehead to reveal his face. "Kid, you got a helluva lot of nerve. You're lucky you aint been shot yet. What the hell's your problem?" he asked, not bothering to hide the irritated snap in his voice as his hand discreetly slid toward the gun holstered on his hip. If this kid were cruising for some kind of death wish, he'd come to the right place to have it granted.
"My problem?!" he growled. "My problem is a deadbeat sister who acts like she don't even know who I am that's my problem!" Another wave of the volatile concoction ravaged his guts, twisting them until he could barely contain the boil of his blood. He wanted answers; and he wasn't going to leave until he got them.
- Discomfort crept through Kristal, as the young sheriff's eyes remained on her. It was making her edgy and her horse stomped his feet sensing her unease. She gently patted the black as midnight horse, while never taking her eyes off of the brown haired, blue eyed boy. Even from this distance, she could almost see the turmoil running through the young man, and she quickly got the hint that the turmoil was because of her. Had she killed someone in his family? Robbed him at one point? Maybe harmed a lover? It was no secret that Kristal killed women just as easily as a man... though most of those women tended to be whores or saloon girls. Honestly, for the life of her, she could not place the young sheriff before her. When he spoke up, Kristal's eyes narrowed. "No?" She questioned her hand slowly reaching for the gun at her waist.Confusion quickly distorted the wariness she had previously on her face. Kristal blinked a couple time and then looked to her left and right wondering if there was someone else this boy could be referring to. Seeing no one other than Billy and Danny, Kristal frowned. "Look, lad... I suggest ya quit this nonsense an' see to the saloon... 'fore someone gets themselves killed." Her words had a double meaning, and she hoped he got it. She didn't know what he was talking about. Abandoned? Dead? Last she looked she was very much alive. Perhaps she looked like someone else he knew. That had to be it. The sheriff needed his eyes checked.Hearing Billy, she glanced at him and nodded in agreement. She too, thought the boy lucky not to have been shot. Her right hand man, Danny, already had his hand over his gun, she knew this well enough. "Darlin'... " She began but stopped when he growled at Billy. A smirk lit the corner of her mouth and she arched an eyebrow in amusement. "Kid's got spunk, that's fer damn sure..." Her gaze went back to the sheriff and she sighed still not comprehending. "Look, darlin'... I'm sorry yer havin' family problems... but I really couldn't care less. See ya 'round... or not" She nodded in his direction and urged Midnight forward.