Crescent Smile ~ John Marston Story

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Word count: 4175
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"Now, Irish, that gatling gun doesn't work, I find that rather upsetting, don't you?" John asked threatening taking short steps towards the man picking himself off the muddy ground

"Heartbreaking, which is why I was just coming to see you when the drink got the better of me." Irish explained while he stood up fully and stretched out his sore back with a groan, "Come on. I know where we can find the parts for ya. Mother feckin' Mary!"

The two men walked down the main road of Thieves Landing toward the storage yarn of the town but a voice called to John

"How about a drink, mister?" A lady of the night question the bounty hunter while the thought with another woman did ponder Johns mind he could only imagine spending it with one gal

"No thank you, my dear." He answered never faltering his steps as he continued to accompany the Irish bastard

"Whew, that fresh air's got me head spinnin'like a top. Can't be good for a fella." Irish stated

"Shut up. You lazy drunk, before I stop your head spinnin' with a bullet." John threatened

"I resent that, Johnny. I been workin' like a beaver on your behalf." Irish claimed making the bounty hunter scoff at the remark

"You been workin' like a weasel on my behalf." John said with a tight jaw, "Bushwackin' defenseless ladies of the cloth? You must have been raised on sour milk, Irish"

"What are you talkin' about? I'm a good catholic boy." Irish stated as they crossed the bridge over the river flowing through the town

"You're a booze-blind coward."

"And you're a hypocrite, Marston. You've robbed just as many innocent folks as me."

"I tired to only rob those who had more then they deserved." John argued and didn't miss the way Irish laughed as he spoke

"Christ, the church has more money than anybody."

John was quiet as he agreed with the drunken man

"Just to the warehouse here in Thieves' Landin. I'm telling you, Johnny boy, it's all set up." Irish explained, "We're meetin' this pal of mine at the back door of the office. Hobble-tongued fella by the name of Shaky."

"And he's got the ammunition we need?" John questioned just wanted this conversation done really for this whole mission to be done

"Jesus, stop frettin', will you? I knows about Huns front, back and sideways." Irish said trying to get them man to calm down but it was a useless tactic

"You're gonna be real familiar with mine if things keep on this way." John promised as they neared the shipping yards gate

"Alright, we're here. Stay close." Irish instructed, John of course didn't list him and a few feet away from the gate he stopped watching with his balled up fist on his hips watching as Irish tried to open the obviously locked gate and after a few grunts and pulls from the soggy rat he hit the gate and stepped away