yes I'm making a second Javier story because I just love him so much
so basically the oc is named Grace Weston, yes I cant come up with good names ;v;
Grace has medium hazel colored hair that she wears down and will usually tie it in a messy braid...
As said in the description, here is Grace's horse Jenny
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Grace entered the log cabin, bottle of whiskey in her hands, she felt grief for the lost gang members as Dutch named them off
Somehow in the past 3 years with the gang, she found her self drinking when somone died, always wanting to forget all about it.
Her eyes traveled around the circle of members and her eyes stopped on the figure of Javier.
He was watching Dutch closely, nodding as a silent agreement to the stuff he said.
After Dutch and Arthur left Grace moved over to Javier "how much you wanna bet they wont find John " she murmured, her voice slurring with her slight drunkenness
Javier laughed "I dunno, a pile of snow? Maybe you should lay off the drinks for a bit, if you win the bet wells probably get sent out to find John"
Grace chugged the last bit of her whiskey and dropped the bottle "fine, but if I loose the bet I'm getting back to drinking, no buts"
Javier rolled his eyes "guess we'll have a drunk sharp shooter"
Grace shrugged "guess we will"
...
"Grace, go with Javier and Arthur to find John, if those two get scared by a little bunny rabbit then you'll have to shoot it" joked Dutch as Grace stood up and followed Arthur out the door
She walked up to her horse, Jenny, and gave her neck a pat. She climbed up to the saddle and sat down, shifting around a bit to get comfortable before flicking the reins and making Jenny turn and start to move
"So Arthur, how's that stolen horse..?" Grace said as they began to move out
Arthur glanced back "he's good" he replied simply while Javier lead them up a hill
Eventually Javier, Arthur, and Grace found John and they all began to move towards the horses, until a howl echoed from a nearby cliff
"Shit, guess I don't get to shoot some 'bunny rabbits' " Grace joked as her and Arthur raced over to distract the wolves, Grace drew out her sawed off shotgun and quickly shot one of the wolves in the head. It fell dead and another ran right towards her
It leapt up towards her but she quickly dodged to the side and shot it while it was in mid air
She looked over to see Arthur shoot the last wolf. He brushed off his jacket and began to walk quickly towards his horse, Grace following
They both joined Javier and John and mounted up, beginning to move back to camp.
More wolves began to run out of the mountain side and Grace signaled Arthur to the wolves beside them "you get them and I'll get the ones ahead"
Arthur nodded and both shot their three wolves.
Grace patted Jenny while her horse jumped a bit in panic, slowly calming down "its alright girl... they're gone now"
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Grace sat by the fire, a shotgun lay beside her. She gave a shiver as her only coat was getting worn out, not giving her too much extra warmth
Suddenly somone put a blanket over her shoulders and Grace looked back to lock eyes with Javier
He moved over to her side and sat down "you looked cold so i thought i might as well give you my blanket" he said as he gave a shrug, moving his hands towards the fire to warm them up
Grace gave a small smile "guess I was cold.."
She glanced at the snowy skies and gave a cough "maybe it would've been better if we camped on an unstable cliffside, a rockslide is a much more preferable death than freezing" she joked
Javier laughed "well at least we are safe from those Pinkertons.. for now"
Grace gave a nod while Javier cracked his knuckles "we found some o' driscoll hideout so me and the boys are going to go launch an attack, we heard something about a train so I bet you'll want to be in on that"
Grace laughed "well of course, you know me, I'll be a bitch if you all dont invite me to that kind of stuff"
Javier smiled "honestly i do enjoy having you on missions, its amazing to see how good of a sharpshooter you are and how fearless you can be"
Grace ducked her head as she felt herself blushing "well I mean, everyone in camp did help me improve my sharpshooting skills after that robbery where we met"
Javier gave a nod "yep, I blame Arthur for teaching you the most"
The two broke into a laugh and Grace smiled "it's good to kill for me, it helps get my mind off of all the shit that we go through, you know what I mean?"
Javier shrugged "for you yes, for me, I have other ways to get my mind off of stuff, such as playing my guitar"
Grace glanced over to a wagon "speaking of that guitar, I saw you bring it in but you havent touched it, how come..?"
Javier scratched the back of his neck "I dont want to play it because if I play it in this weather it will get horribly out of tune, that's why I'm going to just play it once we get out of here"
Grace nodded and Javier stood up "well, I'll catch you later then.."
