Crescent Smile ~ John Marston Story

✽.✫☽ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟺 ☾✫.✽

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Word count: 6806
{Listen while you read?~I recommend Deadman's Gun by Ashtar Command}

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John made Dixie rest for a few days but at the start of a new week, she has woken with a strange feeling one she couldn't place.

As Dixie made her way down to the saloon, her heart raced with anticipation. She couldn't help but steal glances at John, who stood tall and confident by the counter. The warm morning sun cast a golden glow on his rugged features, making her heart skip a beat.

She mustered up the courage to approach him, feeling a strange mix of nerves and excitement. "Morning, John," she greeted him with a shy smile, her voice betraying her uneasiness.

"Morning, Darling," John replied, returning her smile. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, and she felt a surge of electricity pass between them. There was an unspoken understanding, a connection that neither of them dared to acknowledge.

They exchanged pleasantries and exchanged glances, their conversations peppered with subtle hints and playful banter. The tension between them was palpable, yet neither had the courage to confess their feelings.

As they sipped their morning coffee, Dixie couldn't help but notice a certain vulnerability in John's eyes. It was as if he wanted to say something, to bridge the gap between them, but was held back by his own fears and informed her that Ross sent an agent to tell him to report to the office today.

With a groan of disappointment she finished her coffee and they set out towards the building they both come to hate and just wish it would burn down already, they walked up the stairs seeing the agents once again readying their weapons. Dixie rubbed her forehead knowing she was going to have to prepare for another fight by the time they leave the building.

"What do you want, Marston?" Ross grumbled as the two entered

"My family. I've done what you asked." John replied gruffly

"No you haven't. This is the land of opportunity and I gave you the opportunity to save your family and you failed. How could I possible reward you?" The pig agent said like it was the most simple thing in the world making Dixie roll her eyes and cross her arms.

"Marston, you're a public menace. We should've had you killed." Archer said before looking at the woman, "And anyone who's help you along the way."

"I wish you had, but since you didn't, where's my family?" John sneered while taking menacing steps towards tue head agent.

"Oh spare me the noble savage fall on my sword tripe, already. It's nauseating. You don't wish to be dead. You're an insignificant creature, desperately clinging onto life like the rest of the scum in this town. Yeah, I know it's tough. You like Dutch. He's a charming fellow. He makes sense. He's like one of those nature writers from back East. Only he gets things a tiny little step too far. Rather than just loving the flowers and the animals and the harmony between man and beast, he shoots people in the head for money. And disagreeing with him." Agent Ross exclaimed

"He's a goddamn killer." Archer added, the only woman in the room scoffed as shook her head done with the conversation already.

"Now, I'm not a great intellect, but the metaphysical leap from admiring the flower to shooting a man in the head because he doesn't like the flower, is a leap too far. So...I know it's easy. You see we -- me and Archer -- we're the bad guys. We enforce the rules. Now, while the rules may not be perfect, they're really not so bad." The heavy set agent continued making the two gunslingers be convinced he likes the sound of his voice.